Kowbell Rodeo

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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

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

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

Sunday on the Rodeo Trail

My parents were gone to an out-of-town church meeting. I had been daydreaming most of the morning, cleaning my rodeo gear and listening to Chris Ledoux tapes. The more I listened to those songs about the hardships and the glamour of rodeo life, the more I wanted to be the person in the songs. Restless … Continue reading

Just Because You Ride Him Once Doesn’t Mean You’ll Ride Him Again

“What’s going on out there?” Debbie asked the chubby young boy who was buying a Snicker’s bar. Debbie worked in the concession stand at Kowbell on Friday nights. She was older, older than us anyway (30 at most), and kind of a motherly figure to all of the regular bull riders. “John Bird got thrown … Continue reading

Kowbell Rodeo and Travis

The following is from my book, “Used to Want to Be a Cowboy.” Kowbell Rodeo was the only year-round, indoor rodeo in the state. Whether Christmas, Easter, or Super Bowl Sunday, the rodeo went on. By the time I was a senior in high school, I headed over from Joshua to ride bulls every time I … Continue reading

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