2nd Annual Gymkhana Buckle Series event
By Allan C. Tucker
The sun was reaching for the horizon as I sat there on my black horse. It was hot and dusty, but it could have been worse this time of year this high up in the mountains. Seems like winter just couldn’t let go, but here it was on into June. That horse of mine had carried me a far piece this day, but we still had one last leg to go before I reached my destination. There were four of us sittin’ on our horses. All of us had been eating our fair share of dust and sweat that day and now this. I looked over at the others sittin’ there holdin’ those big ole spoons balancing an egg in each spoon. I sure was hoping they weren’t spoiled eggs. All I had to do was be the last one holdin’ that egg when the music stopped. I knew right then, win or lose this crazy egg race, I had to hang onto that egg and give her one last toss at Larry Sterling, our trail boss.
This here was our second annual Gymkhana Buckle Series event and cowboys and cowgirls from all over this part of the country came to participate. And I swear, I seen one cowgirl no taller than her boots, Brianna Crawford, just a sittin’ up on that big white horse a holdin’ our American Flag as we listened to our National Anthem.
This year we have a chance to win a real fine silver buckle to be awarded on the 18th of August for each age group if you come out with the best overall times for the three buckle races. There will be events on three different days; June 9th, July 14th, and August 18th.
This year’s events were Pole Races, the Barrels, the Flag Race, and a very interesting Rawhide Race where a rider on horseback had to stop to pick up another rider on a mat and tote him back across the finish line. There was also a Keyhole Race, and of course the crazy Egg Race.
Ribbons for 1st through 6th place were handed out for winners of age groups from kids up to 5, 6-8, 9-11, 12-14, 15-17, and 18-up.
Even if you are not much of a cowhand, you need to come out and make yourself proud of a real hard-working bunch of young cowhands. There were some of those cowhands who had to reach up to grab the tail of their horse, and then a handful of real life cowhands who could ride anything with hair on it.
Let me tell you something, you growed-up cowhands had better take your hats off to these young’uns. They hung on to those saddle horns and ate dust all day long with just as much heart as any cowboy can have.