real life roping.

what's going on?
i got a notice that ig posted.
it starts ''i had some purty good times''.
but it's not here.
 
Y'all have all brought back some pretty vivid memories for me. Most of them now a whole lot funnier than they were right after they were made! I can also say that I ain't heard nuthin' or read nuthin' here that didn't likely happen. If it didn't happen, it sure could of!!! All I'll say is that I have been on one side of a bob wire fence with a ringtail cow on the other side, and she was athletic enough to have flat footed jumped those five strands of wire without touchin' a thing. Thankfully, I didn't have a hard dally but I came way too close to fallin' off that horse when he stood nearly straight up at the fence. More thankfully, that dally come loose and let that old cow leave with the rope. She drug that rope till it wasn't but about five feet long!! I could always tell which one she was in the pasture cause she had to learn to walk anti-goddlin to keep from steppin on that rope!

Thanks to all who have made me smile really big. I could visualize all those events mentioned in Technicolor!!! And I give thanks that I'm way past havin' to do that stuff for a living. Thought I was done with it when I put on that uniform, but livin' in cow country while I was wearin' it, I've herded about as many cows in a howl car as I ever did on a horse. Got some prettty vivid memories of those events as well. Had to write up more than one report about the the big dent in fenders or the grill broke out on the State's vehicle. And I will say that I sure remember jumpin' up on the hood of my howl car while runnin' to get away from a rangy old half longhorn momma cow who was hot on my behind. Managed to get on the hood standin' up, headed for the roof of that car, and when I looked over my shoulder, she just lowered her head and centered that grill and commenced to begin to thrash that flimsy plastice outa that grill space. Had to go to Santa Fe to explain that to the feller who supervised the property and supply, including howl cars. You'd a thought he'd paid for that car with his own money, and I began to wonder if I was gonna hafta pay to get it repaired!! Like I said, it' a lot funnier now than it was then.

But ain't we all lucky to have these kinds of memories to look back on and smile (or maybe flinch!!!!) Thanks alla y'all, and especially thanks to you, suzieqz, for writin' up a fine tale for a starter for this thread!!!! You done good, both with the old momma cow as well as the tellin' of the tale!!
 
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My only roping story involved my then 10 year old son who came zooming along on his bike just as I for some reason was tossing a rope about. It was a long throw and I never thought it would work but it did. When I saw the loop go over his head, I let go but there was so much rope that it still closed on his neck. Man I felt bad, such a dumb thing to do especially when he had basketball practice that afternoon and his coach was the local judge.
As we walked into the gym, I had warned my son to not answer any questions about the red mark on his neck with, my dad tried to hang me. The judge saw us and immediately asked, "what happened to you Rob, it looks like someone tried to hang you?" Thank goodness that was the only inquiry.
Younguns absolutely need to be heeled not headed.
 
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