Oh Yes! It's Cow Season!

Which means it's time to strap on our boots and haul our 1200+ lb. cows around the state for shows.  Of course, I don't do a bit of the hauling, so I've got nothing to complain about.  Those who love the cows, get to haul.  Those of us who don't even like kittens (did I really just admit that out loud?), let alone large type animals just watch.  And eat the homemade corndogs the fair always offers.

I get a kick out of watching the judging. 

Just like sports, which I don't understand either, I don't understand the rules

(can someone get me a handbook please? cause every judge seems to have different rules.  referee?).

Can you see the snot running out of this cows mouth?  Or would you call it drool? I watched one dad wipe it with his hand, do a shake of the snot glob to the ground, then wipe the remainder on his jeans.  Yuck.  You know what else they do?  They use paper towels to wipe the cows butt.  I mean, I've wiped plenty of rearends in my life, but you will never catch me wiping an animals butt.

I sit in disbelief. Why do I let my son's think they can train and show a 1200+ lb. cow.  Why do we think these cows will obey? The last show I saw a 1200+ lb. beast rise up and kick his 16 yo female trainer in the head.  She was knocked out cold and went away in an ambulance.  Yet, I still allow my (little) boys to walk a cow around an arena.  All for a blue ribbon. 

I think it's all for this smile. 

 I think it's because they love it so much. 

And so far we have received less injury's then the football players at the highschool.

We cow watchers are an interesting crowd.

That's me in the brown & yellow. Waving.  No, I am not dressed like a cowgirl.  Can someone please help me with that? 

 I am so not cool in that way.

My younger Cowboy won himself a second place red ribbon!

Congratulations!

Apparently he can make his cow stand just right,

with the hooves perfectly apart and the head held just like so.

This grandpa was sitting in front of us.  He was coaching his grandson on getting that cows head held just so.  I could see Kody's life flash before my eyes.  My heart felt tender to know in 50 years this will be him, coaching his own grandson. Maybe, just maybe, I'll still be sitting on those bleachers.  Watching my great grandson show his cow.  I'm going to live a long life because I only eat hormone-free, grass-fed beef.  And lots of it!