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Sharing the Beauty
Jessie Miller

What Kind of People Come to a Roping?

Posted Saturday, October 18, 2014, at 9:58 PM
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  • Homesick, Homesick, Homesick. Beautiful Jessie

    -- Posted by KH Gal on Mon, Oct 20, 2014, at 7:34 AM
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    I thought it was funny when I was in high school... See, I grew up on a cattle ranch during the Garth Brooks generation. So I would get up pretty early, saddle my horse (because dad wasn't keen on using 4-wheelers around quiet livestock) and go count, look for injuries, or just making a presence with the cows and sheep for safety. Then I would ride home, feed some chickens, get the milk cow set-up for milking, change my clothes and go off to school in my old pick-up. Once I got to school in my Vans and baggy pants, I would have to giggle at all the cowboy boots, fancy (un-earned) belt buckles and big expensive trucks kids drove two blocks in town. It seemed so fake and disengenuine. People wore that stuff like a fashion statement and I wore it as a lifestyle. I'm ranting... Yep, I remember ropings. For all kinds of reasons too. And even though I'm not that old, those pics bring back some good memories. Thanks for it.

    -- Posted by Darksc8p on Tue, Oct 21, 2014, at 7:43 AM
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    Thank you Darksc8p, I'm glad you enjoyed!

    -- Posted by jessiemiller on Tue, Oct 21, 2014, at 7:52 AM
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