The challenge was thrown out, I figured what the heck and entered on a whim throwing my hat into the arena with twenty-eight other like-minded people. It was October of this year that the Carrot Ranch opened entries. Each week there was a different event, different arena bosses, and different judges.
Just like the rodeos I was used to in days gone by, you took your chances by entering and everything was still the luck of the draw, especially in the bull riding. Sign up, and wait to see what bull you drew. The go-round list was finally posted and my nemesis would be none other than Blueberry Wine. I remembered this was the name of a PBR bull and did a little research to confirm my thoughts. Sure enough, he was retired at the end of 2005 and according to the PBR, this bull gave up only nine qualified rides in ninety-three outs. These stats were compiled from his seven-year career as a PBR bull. What had I got myself into?
by Ann Edall-Robson
The weeks leading up to the event had been excruciating. Starting with hours on hands and knees, stretching this way and that, picking just the right ingredients for success. The equipment had been carefully selected. Trial, error and finally accomplishing results from the hours of work. There was no room for any slip-ups and the rules needed to be adhered to impeccably.
When everything was ready for the big day, the anxiety of entering the competition intensified. The day came and at its end, the competitors stood in the arena waiting for the outcome.
“The Fall Fair winner of the Homemade Beverage Category is, the Blueberry Wine!”
One of the judges is a fantastic baker and cook and even concocts her own ice cream and sherbets. Perhaps that is why A. E. Robson’s “Blueberry Wine” resonated with her so strongly. Or maybe it is because the twist in Ann’s story was that the final product was wine. Regardless, Ann’s handling of Blueberry Wine garnered a judge’s top pick.
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