A Pinch of Rodeo

  By Joe R. Nichols

A wise old man said

I liked “Growly”, but I was sure he didn’t like me. He was the flank man for rodeo producer, and had never said one positive thing to me.

I had just begun to figure out some basics of bronc riding, and although I hadn’t won much, the light bulb burned brighter.

Hutchinson, Kansas hosted a big winter indoor amateur rodeo. It was a prestigious event to attend, and I made a respectable ride. I finished out of the money, but felt good about my effort. Growly approached.

“When are you going to get your permit?”(Pro Rodeo membership) he gruffly said.

Now, I could only assume his intention was to ridicule me in some way, so I guarded my response.

“No, I’m serious,” he assured.

“Well, there’s no sense in me riding against those guys until I can beat them.”

“You’re wrong,” he continued. “Right now is when you need to get amongst the best. Those guys will teach you how to ride broncs. You won’t learn anything hanging around here.”

I pondered his words, and conceded his point. I then spent the next six years ignoring his advice, continuing to rodeo amateur.

When I thought I was ready, I filled my permit and gained full membership to the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association. My Rookie year was the worst of my career since owning a bronc saddle. I found out that I knew nothing about riding broncs.

How I wish I’d have listened to that profound insight.