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this isnt band camp,but a stroy about my younger teenage rodeo days.It was all the rage to ride in queens contest at the state fairs and rodeos when they were in the towns and small cityes in the area.This happened to me...yes I said me....at the four States Fair and Rodeo in Texarkanna Ark.The contest ran over the three days of the events so on the last night the judges had a question and anser session in frount of a full house in the stands,We were to do a bit of a pattern to show horsemanship abilities then line up in a desidnated spot,when we all were done rideing then we rode up to the judges..got off the horse and walked to the judge to anser a couple of questions.When my turn came up I quietly rode to the judge,got off and said hello then he ask me the question I had picked.All went really good till I had to remount my horse.The old boy(the horse) was a bit tall for my 5'5" body so I had to do a bit of a jump for the sturrip..as luck would have it I got the sturrip on the first jump...then trouble begain....when I awung my leg over the saddle to finish getting on.RRRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP! I split my cherry red lame' pants from the back belt loop to the bottom of the zipper.Dont panic said my calm mind( I was thinking OOOO SHIT!)..I calmy sat down,smilled at the judge and waved to the croud like I didnt have a care in the world.All I can say is I am dam glad I wore a pair if cherry red silk undies that day.I didnt win it but came in first runner up.
Last edited by Rockinonahigh; 11-23-2011 at 06:05 PM.
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