As a mental break me and the Mrs. headed over and took in a lil' Grand County rodeo action....
And it was there we met a cowboy. But he wasn't one of those hipster, wannabe cowboy's. This guy was the real deal. A genuine, Front Range rancher who'd spent the last 51 years of his life ranching west of Ft Collins and riding local rodeos...
...Hank Williams-type cowboy. The kind who uses the word 'now' quite liberally. "Glad to meetchew, now." One of those real deep voice, quiet, wrinkled cowboys who sits in the very corner of the back row of the bleachers...
It was there that I got a view of a whole different competition with a whole different group of people. And I get to thinkin.'
Here's another group of people, hell-bent on doing the very best that they can to try and beat one another; a vastly different methodology.
It's easy to live in your own mind and create this "bubble" of a world. When you enter into another array of competition it puts your own successes into perspective. But at the end of the day no matter how we do it we all share a laugh, we shake hands.............we relive a moment........
So listen to people - everyone has their own stories to tell...
1 comment:
i like the photo of the cowboy ropin the animal
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