My Heros Have Always Been Cowboys

    

 

  Growing up in Cheyenne, Wyoming I did not have a Major League baseball team to follow.  I did not have a home town NFL football team.  Sure, I could listen to the Yankees on the radio or watch the Saturday Baseball Game of the Week on television.  In the fall, we could drive over the hill to Laramie for some college football.  But, there was nothing like going to the Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo.  Held during the last full week in July, we could see the live action, up front and personal.  There were my hero's, bronc riding, calf roping, bull dogging steers, and riding bulls!  My hero's never walked away from us "little guys"  when we asked for autographs.  They always smiled and took time to wave, even when they were thrown into the dirt by a 600 lb bull.

Casey Tibbs would always wear something purple, be it a shirt or scarf.  You could see him from anywhere in the arena.

My hero's (All members of the Pro Rodeo Hall of Fame) are:

Casey Tibbs

Jim Shoulders

Guy Weeks

Larry Mahan

Rodeo Clowns (Some of the bravest men on earth.  They put their life on the line every time the chute opened and a Brahma bull was released):

Wilber Plauger

(I witnessed Wilber a Wick save a young cowboys life when his hand would not come free from the bull.  When it did, the bull turned on the limp cowboy.  With the bull charging, Wilber and Wick stepped in between the bulland the cowboy.  Wilber hit the bull on the head, right between the horns.  The bull turned away from the cowboy.  Quail was right there, helping the cowboy to safety.)

Wick Peth

Quail Dobbs 

(Quail and his dog spent a lot of time in a barrel in the middle of the arena)

 

A Cowboys Guide To Life

By Texas Bix Bender

 

Never kick a fresh cow chip on a hotday

 

There’s two theories to arguin’ with a woman.  Neither one works.

 

Don’t worry about bitin’ off more than you can chew.  Your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger’n you think.

 

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around

 

Never ask a man the size of his spread.

 

After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.  He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.  The moral: When you’re full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

         

If you find yourself ina hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

 

Never smack a man who’s chewin’ tobacco

 

It don’t take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.

 

Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.

 

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

 

Never drop your gun to hug a grizzly.

 

If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there.

 

When you give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person, don’t be surprised if they learn their lesson.

When you’re throwin’ your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.

 

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier ‘n putting it back.

 

Always take a good look at what you’re about to eat.  It’s not so important to know what it is, but it’s critical to know what it was.

 

Never miss a good chance to shut up.

 

<SPANSTYLE="FONT-SIZE: FONT-FAMILY: Roman?? New ?Times 11pt;>The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Your fences need to be horse high, pig tight, and bull strong.

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