It’s Stock Show season again but I’ve got no plans to go this year because it’s really cold, I’m really busy, and it hasn’t been ten years since I last went. In fact, I went just last year. I expect I’ll get over it soon.
Enjoy this blast from the past ….
Now I can say I’ve been to the National Western Stock Show.
There were lots of cows ”” brown cows, black cows, white cows, beautiful cows ”” getting their legs, necks and butts shampooed and shaved. Who knew they were so high maintenance? It always seemed to me they just stood around chewing. I guess they want to look nice for the other cows standing around chewing.
If I were a rude person, I’d have so many jokes here. Like something about the buffet I went to the other day. Or standing in front of the locker room mirror. Or demanding better pastrami at the deli. (I didn’t say they’d be funny jokes.) But it’s a good thing I’m not rude, eh?
All this guy wanted was a Kleenex.
Raise your hand if you knew that’s what cow’s feet and legs looked like.
I went to the auction barn where they gave awards and paraded the soon-to-be-auctioned animals.
That was interesting. What makes a quality cow? Who knows? But the white one won … or lost, depending on your point of view.
Unfortunately, I was quite disappointed in several different ways.
First, six dollar beer? Ouch.
Second, no pigs, sheep or yaks anywhere to be found. Plenty of bacon, wool and yak burgers, however, which, now that I think about it, clears that up.
Third, we were waiting to see the preview Wild West Show, but a volunteer came out to announce that they “forgot their horses.” I kid you not. My son said that’s like scheduling a football game but not bringing the team. (Team … horses? Oh my, I’m funny.)
This turned into one of those lemons-into-lemonade kinda moments, though, because we were planning to leave after the Wild West Show, which meant I’d miss the Stick Horse Rodeo. But I must have lived a righteous life because guess what they replaced the Wild West Show with? Not the six dollar beers like my husband wanted, but the Stick Horse Rodeo! YAY!
Nothing cuter than three-year-olds racing around on stick horses. One kid became so intimidated by the cheering crowd he slid out of the first turn right under a table. I think he’s still there.
Of course, no trip to the National Western Stock Show is complete without seeing the birth of a fully realized longhorn steer.
Not as messy as you’d think.
Makes you want to go, doesn’t it?
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Been awhile since I went to a Stock Show. Thanks for the memories.
Hello! Can we use one of your stock show pics in our newspaper? We need something on the front page of the Western Livestock Journal. https://www.wlj.net
Yes, you may use my stock showy photos. I never realized how much I wanted to be published in the Western Livestock Journal until RIGHT NOW! Please credit me as Becky Clark, and will you send me a copy? Purty please? And thanks for asking … you’re a model of good behavior!