Daniels County Fair 2011

We had a great time at our first fair here in Scobey.

Small town fairs are the best!

On Monday morning the kids in 4-H (Emma, Hugh, Wick, and Max) showed their pigs, and later in the morning they learned how to show steers as part of 4-H livestock training. Everyone did great with their pigs (and the steers!)--Emma's pig, Dandy, got Grand Champion for market, and Max's pig, Polo, was reserve champion. Hugh and his pig, Iver, were the champions in Showmanship, and Wick and his pig, Marco, were the reserve champions in showmanship. They all got big ribbons! Emma also got reserve champion in the Senior Class.

Monday night, we all went to the Rodeo. One of the favorite events here in Scobey is Mutton Bustin', where small kids up to a certain weight do some "sheep riding." Max was eager to give it a try. He ended up being the first rider out, having never even seen the event, let alone been on the back of a sheep before. Jess, who was with all the riders, sheep, and parents at the gate, had advised him against going first, and did not see in time that Max had been given bum instructions by an over-eager psycho-parent (not a fair official) who told Max to grab hold of the sheep's middle with all of his might and not let go. Before Jess could stop what was happening, they had announced Max Cole as the first rider out and opened the gate. That sheep tore out into the arena so fast, that Max, who must have been terrified, held on for dear life and wasn't about to let go.

The proper way to mutton bust, just as in bull riding, is to sit up straight on the animal's back, like you're riding a horse, and hold onto the rope tied around its middle. Max would have been bucked off pretty quick and been relatively unharmed. But he was lying down on the sheep's back, with his arms tight around the sheep's middle. In this position, he stayed on much longer than any mutton buster ever does. I remember thinking, "How is Max ever going to get off that sheep?" and that one of the rodeo clowns should just go lift him off.

And THEN, another person who didn't know what he was doing, opened up the exit gate prematurely. People told us later that the gate is never supposed to be opened until the rider is off of the animal. Well, Max was still holding on tight, and the sheep ran right for the open gate, and Max's head went right into the edge of the gate or the fence, or something. I was sitting in the stands watching in terror. All I saw was Max finally letting go and disappearing into the dusty dirt and the sheep streaking off, possibly having trampled Max. A bunch of people hurried over to where he landed, but I couldn't see a thing. And I didn't see Max get up. Hugh and I ran around the outside of the arena and eventually found Jess and Max headed for the ambulance they have on stand-by. Max's head was bleeding, but he was up and about, which was a great relief to me. He was pretty shook up and claimed he'd never try mutton busting again. Jess, along with the lady medics in the ambulance, determined that Max'd need stitches, all right, but we could take him to the ER ourselves. Jess sent me back to watch the rodeo with Wick and Ivy in the stands, and he and Max headed to the ER.

They were back at the rodeo within and hour, Max with a big bandage around his head and doing just fine. Emma was working at the fry bread booth and missed the whole thing. Shortly after I had rejoined Wick and Ivy in the stands, all the mutton busting was over and they announced Max Cole as the winner. On their way to our car and the ER, a cowgirl who'd been doing barrel racing ran after Max and gave him a $10 bill. Someone had called the ER to let Max know he'd been announced as the winner.

All the rest of the night and the following days of the fair, people asked how Max was doing, and told us how things should have been, and said how sorry they were that things weren't done properly. Max wasn't slowed down much at all, though. We didn't let him ride on any rides, much to his disappointment, but he had fun spending his money on other things and didn't suffer too much. Besides his stitched up cut, a bit of his scalp was taken off. Hopefully his hair will grow back in that spot. If not, whenever he gets a haircut, he'll have an interesting story to tell of how he was once scalped at the rodeo.

But, boy, amen to the song, "Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys." This was my first ever rodeo and it was a wild night. A bull rider got hurt after Max did, and then, the last event--the Wild Horse Race--was absolutely crazy. Four teams of 3 cowboys came out on foot, along with 4 massive and very wild horses. Each team had to catch a horse, saddle it, and within three minutes, one team member had to ride it all around the edge of the arena, then they had to unsaddle it and race back with the saddle to some designated spot. Before they started the whole thing, they auctioned off each team and Jess bid on a team and won. One of the cowboys on his team took a horse's ear by his TEETH as they tried to saddle it. I didn't notice it, but Jess did. These horses were running all over and going wild, and cowboys were flying all over, too. Just as he was making his complete ride around the arena, after have been bucked off several times, the cowboy on Jess's team reached down to undo his saddle and got knocked of the horse and lay unconcious in the dirt at the very end, which was a worrisome way to end the most eventful night. The ambulance came to his rescue and they loaded him up on a stretcher and took him off with a concussion.

Oh, and the bull riding. One's back and neck and whole BODY takes such a whipping. Where is the enjoyment in THAT?? The barrel racing and calf roping were fun, though.