A Few random images from the Ft Worth Stock Show and Rodeo this year…..
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Our dear, sweet “Buttercup” has been living in our garage for about a year now.
She just kind of hangs out by the Coke machine. BAAAA Dump Dump PING!
When my friend Lenny sent me a text that he had found something at the Disabled American Veteran’s thrift store that I absolutely had to have……I was curious. He lives in Lubbock where odd-ball things are somehow more likely to turn up in thrift stores. He usually knows my style, and when he sent me a picture of a severed cow head…I knew that he was right.
Those long lashes, and an oddly placed stringy wig. One ear barely hanging on and a split upper lip.
I knew that she needed me as much as I needed her.
I thought that she might be a Longhorn – but she was “NO-horn”.
Because she had been stripped of her horns. The indignity.
We have been searching for a reasonably priced new set since we got her.
Last week at the Forth Worth Stock Show…..I found my both.
(Sound of angels playing trumpets)
Longhorn Nirvana.
Sure the mounted sets were expensive, and y’all know how cheap I am. But then I saw my box.
“Assorted Polished Horns 15$ each”
Maybe. Just maybe there was a set.
…and Boom!
What do ya think? Looks like a set to me.
Sold.
Animal horns are made from the same keratin proteins that human finger/toe nails are made up of. So the same way a person’s nails are softer after a hot shower, horns are also slightly more pliable.
Didn’t expect a little biology/anatomy lesson to be casually slipped in there? Did ya?
After a warm soak, I slid them over the wooden “Frankenstein’s Monster” nubs on her temples.
Then I reused the tiny little screws, I had removed from the nubs earlier, right through the horn to hold them in place. I drilled pilot holes first (yes, they are that soft) carefull not to tighten too much and crack the horn.
I put the screws as close to her hair-line as I could, and covered them with white nail polish…….that we, just, (clears throat), happened to have around the house.
What do ya think?
We think that she looks tons more dignified now.
and maybe…smiling, just a little bit.
Yes, she is still a severed cow head with a split lip,
but she is darn lucky to have us.
Dallas and Fort Worth may be only about 30 miles apart, but they are light years away in terms of atmosphere. I have lived in Dallas for over 30 years and have never seen a businessman in a suit and cowboy hat. Ever. (Except on TV) In Ft Worth, on the other hand, cowboy hats on the street are a pretty normal sight….even with chaps and spurs.
Fort Worth was nicknamed “Cow Town” when cowboys herding cattle from South Texas to the Chisholm Trail would stop here for provisions.
The Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo (technically, the Southwestern Exposition and Livestock Show – but no one actually calls it that) is the oldest running event of its kind. For 23 days in January-February about 900,000 people descend on “Cow Town” to participate/watch rodeo events, hear live music, shop the acres of western vendors, play carnival games, ride midway rides, and of course watch/compete in livestock competitions.
For the first time that we can remember, the Stock Show wasn’t plagued by “Stock Show Weather” (historically, the wettest, coldest weather of the year) and we took a chance.
So glad that we did.
Enjoy a few images.
Jamie grew up with horses in his front yard.
I learned to ride on Honey, the old horse in the field down the street from our house. My friends and I would lure her to the fence with a carrot or apple and climb onto her bare back. I never used a saddle ’till I was in my late teens and that took some getting used to. The only way to get off of Honey was to simply fall off.
This is Ben. Isn’t he just beautiful? After watching him win a blue and 2 red ribbons, I decided that he needed some love. (I have to touch everything….it’s a disorder)
I wanted to bring him home, but was quickly reminded just how much it costs to own a horse……
Maybe in another life,
Until then, I’ll just have to enjoy horses every year at the Stock Show.
