{"id":20225,"date":"2023-11-16T02:38:56","date_gmt":"2023-11-16T02:38:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=20225"},"modified":"2023-11-16T02:39:09","modified_gmt":"2023-11-16T02:39:09","slug":"my-one-rodeo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2023\/11\/16\/my-one-rodeo\/","title":{"rendered":"My One Rodeo"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My cousins loved to rodeo when we were growing up. They were riding saddle broncs when we were barely just a pup.
\nI\u2019d saddled up and rode a horse nearly every single day. To ride a horse was how we worked, and even how we\u2019d play.
\nBut for me to ride a horse whose only purpose is to buck, is opposite of why I ride, for sure to bring bad luck.
\nOne afternoon a friend of mine was taunting me to ride. Said, \u201cYou say that you don’t like it but you\u2019ve never even tried.\u201d
\nSo with strongest hesitation from listening to a doubtful source , I was looking out the gate and sitting on a buckin\u2019 horse.
\nI looked the gateman in the eye, then hollered, \u201cLet \u2019em out!\u201d I was gonna learn my lesson of what rodeo\u2019s about.
\nMy so-called friend had teased me, \u201cGive rodeo a try.\u201d But my grandma\u2019s words were warning me, \u201cFirst, you better learn to fly.\u201d
\nAnd sure as heck the first buck sent me flying in the air. I guess my dear ol\u2019 grandma knew I\u2019d soon be heading there.
\nI\u2019ve heard it said that when you bump your head you\u2019ll see some stars. Or maybe even hear the angels humming blissful bars.
\nBut friend, I\u2019m telling you, when I came down and hit my head, I heard the angels yodeling. Dang sure thought I was dead.
\nA myriad of stars were flashing right before my eyes. They were red and green and purple. Were they courting my demise?
\nMy head was pounding like a dozen hammers in my brain. I felt like I\u2019d been flattened by a runaway freight train.
\nOne cowboy pulled me to the side, he held two fingers up. I saw his ugly fingers, but I babbled, \u201cGiddyup.\u201d
\nThe cowboy brushed me off. He said, \u201cJust sit here for a spell.\u201d For once someone with sound advice. He knew I felt like #%&&.
\nThe cutest cowgirl stopped and said, \u201cI know you really tried. And I\u2019m sure you broke a record with your half a second ride.\u201d
\nWell, I didn\u2019t need her teasing, so I left there hastily. I knew right then that rodeo was not the sport for me.
\nThat one night of my rodeo has been a long, long while. And I\u2019ve only ridden saddle horses, a little more my style.
\nI still love to watch a rodeo, but it jogs my memory. It makes me glad I\u2019ve got a gentle horse right under me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My cousins loved to rodeo when we were growing up. They were riding saddle broncs when we were barely just a pup. I\u2019d saddled up and rode a horse nearly every single day. To ride a horse was how we worked, and even how we\u2019d play. But for me to ride a horse whose only […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-20225","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20225","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20225"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20226,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20225\/revisions\/20226"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}