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Addicted to Dance
Until We Dance Again
In the story Addicted to Dance, tells about the adrenalin addiction cowboys experience riding bucking horses. The want and need to get on bronc, especially one that has bucked them off. They make it their business to know about a horse they have been parked with at a rodeo. Unfortunately it all comes down to the luck of the draw.
On the other side of the fence, rodeo horses are one of the many cherished and well looked after athletes going. Until We Dance Again is the horse’s perspective of being the assigned draw date at the rodeo. They have been known to show off big time when they are partnered with a rider who has done his homework and rides to make them both look good. That’s where the money is. If the horse bucks them off, well that’s where the mud is, so to speak.
The saddle bronc event, is often referred to the Classic Event in rodeo. To watch a ride from the spur out, meaning the riders feet must be ahead of the horse’s shoulders when the horses front feet touch the ground on the first jump, through the athleticism of the repetitive movements of horse and rider to the sound of the buzzer at the eight-second mark, is a vision worth watching.
The strength in the horse dipping its head toward the ground while the rider holds the rein a.k.a. a shank or halter rope, in one hand; lifting up with the rein as his feet come to the horse’s shoulder, and dropping while he brings his feet back, almost touching the saddle when the horse’s hind legs touch the ground. It has been said it’s like being in a rocking chair if the horse and rider are in sync. A dance like no other.
Not everyone who watches rodeo can see the dance partners. They see horse or bull bucking in the arena and a cowboy trying to stay on for eight-seconds. The rough stock events, saddle bronc, bareback bronc, and bull riding is a pairing of some of the finest athletes in the world. Each event is a dance showcasing moves by both partners to outdo each other, while they show off the athletic moves the other can make. Truly it is poetry in motion.
Our dad rode saddle broncs and the picture on this page is of him at the Green Lake Stampede (B.C.) circa 1938. I still have the chaps (pronounced shaps), his cowboy boots, and the saddle.
Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience.” |