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Winning a Buckle at Kowbell Rodeo

Twenty seven years ago: It didn’t take long for Travis to become known as a good bull rider. He was getting on bulls wherever and whenever he could, and he was riding well. Soon he became over-confident. Before he was ready, he entered the Friday night senior jackpot. Travis bucked off and hung up to … Continue reading

Fun Memories of Bad Decisions

After riding our bulls at Kowbell Rodeo in Mansfield on New Year’s Eve, Jason and I, both about twenty-one years old, drove to the Fort Worth stockyards. For us, that was never a good idea. Every trip resulted in poor decisions. My armadillo tattoo, for instance. Years have passed, and the names of the bars … Continue reading

Jeremiah Was a Bull…Rider

My old pickup didn’t have an air conditioner. The windows were open as we drove down 917 East to Mansfield. A homemade tape of Chris Ledoux was playing: “Well, there ain’t no easy going on the rodeo trail; for every man that’s made it, a hundred men have failed…” “I guess two hundred men are … Continue reading

A Friendly Fight at the Rodeo

Our first out of town rodeo was the Bridgeport Rider’s Club Rodeo in Bridgeport, Texas. We found it in the Cowboy Sports News. Bridgeport was only 70 miles from home, but we thought we were really striking the rodeo trail as we drove up Highway 287 that afternoon. We pulled into the gas station when … Continue reading

Matador, Texas

My young wife cried when we moved to Motley County, Texas in 2004. It was a seventy-mile drive through canyons, ranch land, and farmland from our home in Clarendon to our new home in Matador. Even in Texas, people ask, “Where’s Matador?” I like to answer with, “North of Spur, east of Floydada, south of … Continue reading

The Rodeo Boy

There was a time, twenty years or so ago, when a boy of twenty years or so, threw a dusty rodeo bag in the back of a 1977 Ford and drove down a dusty road to the highway to the Mabank Rodeo, 100 miles away. He’d never been to Mabank, but it didn’t matter. Mabank, … Continue reading

First Ride at Kowbell Rodeo

One evening, while stocking the ketchup aisle at the local grocery store, the boys and I were talking about rodeos, a subject that had been on my mind for months. Earlier that year, in the locker room at school, I overheard some guys talking about a boy who had won a buckle riding a bull. … Continue reading

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