Horse Lovers At The Ranch Pen


Grand entry at the 2013 Chisholm Trail Ranch Rodeo

Once again, it’s time for us horse lovers and ranch rodeo fans to attend The Oklahoma Horse Fair and Chisholm Trail Ranch Rodeo in Duncan, Oklahoma. One of the horse fair events this year is the Colt Starting Challenge USA competition to see which of the contestants are best at taming and riding a young horse while we watch. (If you like, click on the link for a post on the event last year, Duncan Oklahoma Horse Fair and Ranch Rodeo and the Passing of a Great Guinea Pig.)

Since I’m away from the Ranch Pen, I’ll just post a few horse-y type pics. Last week we had a 70* day (hard to imagine, this week) and one of the few almost windless days we get in southwest Oklahoma. My sister–who we will call Sis–called to see if I wanted to mount up. To which I replied, “I’m on my way. (I have to bum rides since I’m currently unmounted, but ever shopping for the perfect granny horse who won’t dump me and break my bones.)


The nieces, JA and TL, with Sis, all horse lovers who train their own horses which I posted about in these two posts: Horse Girls of Southwest Oklahoma l, and Horse Girls of Southwest Oklahoma ll


On my sister’s super-fine Quarter Horse mare, Bella, trained by Sis herself


More horse lovers–the cowboys holding pirate swords are the grandsons, Git’R’Done and Roper. Then the granddaughters Blondie and Ladybug.

(back row) the nieces and, Frisco, the bratty Shetland pony.

I hope you enjoy your weekend, too, and until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy Gillian Welch and David Rawlings singing Six White Horses.


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Get Outta the Way Valentine You’re Blocking Her View of the Pony

I Love You, Frisco!

Gramps Don't stand a chance

Gramps and I have six grandkids codenamed Kevman, Blondie, Roper, Einstein, Git ‘R’ Done, and Ladybug. Some (or all of them), nieces, and assorted other kids show up on Fridays for an art lesson since most of them are home shooled.

Last art class, we made Valentine boxes. Later, Roper and Ladybug’s mom summed it up perfectly.

“Gosh,” she said, “it looks like a craft store threw up in here…”

Everybody had a wonderful time, but unfortunately, one of the laws of the universe states All Good Things Must End and one of the visitors, Sarah, aged 6.5 years (she’d want me to share that decimal), got into the vehicle with her Valentine box–and her mother–to leave.

Now, Gramps happened to be out in the yard working on his pickup, or something. (Doesn’t matter, take your pick from the fleet of old farm vehicles in the yard, they all need fixed.)

Sarah’s mom backed around in the driveway and Sarah leaned out the window, waving and smiling enthusiastically. Gramps is fond of little girls, so his old heart jumped for joy as he waved back at her.

“Bye, Frisco!” she yelled, craning her neck around Gramps for a better view of the grandkids’ Shetland pony.


Can anybody say, Awwww…poor Gramps?

Happy Valentines Day, Gramps, my valentine since I was SIX YEARS OLD! You still make my heart beat really fast. (At least, I think that’s you and not just the jalapeno peppers I’m not supposed to be eating.) I’d do the last thirty-one-and-a-half years of wedded bliss with you again without a second’s hesitation.

God bless all Y’all and enjoy Don Williams doing Gramps’ and my wedding song, Til the Rivers All Run Dry

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