Barrel Racing Research Paper

Upon one’s initial glance the sport of barrel racing might seem as though it is a very basic, straightforward, and even easy sport to achieve a high level of success. However, barrel racing is exactly the opposite. To be a highly skilled barrel racer it takes far more than just agility, strength, and trust from both the horse and its rider. It takes a great deal of patience to learn, be taught, and to have trust in every aspect of this sport. This is a fast paced sport that requires a great deal of dedication, skill, and motivation from every competitor, and horse, regardless of their age or skill level. Along with the above stated skills comes an extremely high level of danger, that I sadly got to witnessed first hand. Every aspect of this

There are some rules in barrel racing. Number one is the fastest time wins. The rider and horse aren’t judged on anything but that. If the rider and horse run past a barrel and get out of the pattern, they get a “no time” score or they get disqualified. If the racer or her horse knocks a barrel over, they get a five second penalty which normally gives them a time that is to slow to win or place. There is a sixty second time limit to complete the course. The barrels have to be fifty five gallons, they have to be metal, and they have to be at least two colors. Most competitions also require the rider to wear a long sleeve western shirt that is tucked in, western cut pants or jeans, a western hat, and western boots. The contestant has to be dressed like this one hour before the event.

I remember as a little kid and now being fascinated by race horses. When I was around eight years old, my grandfather took me to a farm where they raise race horses. They were out exercising Mine That Bird and a few other horses. I thought it was so fascinating! The owner walked up to and asked if I enjoy watching them, I said very shyly,” yes sir.” He took me to the barn and let me look at all the foals and I was astonished. I got to thinking what all do they have to do to get these young foals ready to one day race? I asked Mr. Allen, and he said, “there are many things that you can do but some people don’t do the right thing and they cheat their way to victory”.

April has been riding for over 25 years she started when she was only 9 years old only riding in playdays later one went to high school rodeos. April later on moved to southern California where she was starting two year olds and successfully competing at training levels. In 2005 April found out that she was meant for barrel racing that’s where her heart was and to this day that is where her heart is still at. She is a dedicated barrel racer goes to every single race around her and does the best she can to beat her fastest time. “April won a multitude of buckles, awards, and over $63,00 in barrel racing earnings. She and Atlas won titles at a few pro rodeos, along with many open barrel races and set a handful of arena records”(Baker Equine Promotions) April decided to start to held clinics in Oklahoma, Arkansas, Missouri, and Iowa. She gives lessons, trains outside horses and brokers horses as

People say barrel racing is easy. Barrel is not easy, they think you just sit there and ride. What they actually don't know is that it's not that simple. A person’s first time doing barrels they gotta know it’s not going to be easy. Barrel racing is more complicated than it looks. It takes lots of time to learn and to know that steps to barrel

I took a deep breath as I walked my horse into the Greeley Stampede Arena. I told myself just to "relax." I loped a circle around the arena to make sure that my horse was warmed up and ready to go. He was ready but I was starting to get nervous. I stopped in front of the roping box to put my piggin' string in my mouth. I looked at my calf in the chute to make sure that it was number 33, which was one of the best calves out of the whole set. It was, and I was ready to ride into the box and rope my calf, or attempt to rope my calf. I began to get more nervous, more nervous than I ever had been at a rodeo.

Dirt racing is a sport that is growing heavily in popularity. The two main dirt racing series are the World of Outlaws late model series and the Lucas Oil late model series. They both work together in the way that if one has a high paying race that week the other will not race so he other series drivers can racers can have a chance at winning the money. There is 400+ tracks in America and 600+ worldwide their is 30 registered tracks in Wisconsin.With hundreds of drivers with a large majority of them being extremely experienced drivers at it.

“What are you doing next weekend?” “Going to a rodeo.” “Oh... what about the next weekend?” “I have another rodeo.” I guess you could say that rodeo is kind of a big deal for me. That I’m a “Rodeo Nerd.” Whether it’s being in them, or just watching them. I love rodeos. I have many reasons to love them! Like for example, rodeos are always a ton of fun, you're always meeting new people from all kinds of places, and last but not least the cowboys!

Lisa Lockhart a professional barrel racer said, “Our horses are our teammates, our soulmates. It’s a team effort. You can’t do it without so many people behind you. People in the National Little Britches Rodeo Association takes care of each other. I compete in five events and Ribbon Roping was the only one I did well in this year. I came home with four shiny buckles and a spiffy set of spurs. I also learned that you cannot succeed in rodeo without your family or the horses that you love and care about with you.

In barrel racing circles, Latricia Duke, trainer at Schiller Ranch, is known for her uncanny ability to take a young prospect and turn it into a top-producing futurity horse. But her horses don’t stop after their futurity years. Many of them go on to become open and pro rodeo horses, a clear indication she trains them to be in the race for the long haul.

Seven nights ago I arrived at Red Dillon’s homestead. Before sleeping that night I dined on a bowl of red chili and a cup of coffee while Red Dillon went over the agreement, he made with the agent from the reservation. After Red finished reviewing the agreement he urged me to have some more food to prepare for tomorrow's bronc riding lesson. That next day I only managed to ride two horses and before being thrown five times, but I learned how to ride with skill. Each horse has a pattern and I can gauge their pattern to find my timing and rhythm to control the broncs. By the end of the week I managed to ride two horses in succession to a complete standstill and I felt accomplished, although Red immediately set up the corral after

The particular community I consider to be affiliated with is the local dirt track race car community. Dirt track racing is a sport in which race cars perform on a dirt or clay surfaced oval track. There are various race car classes that range from Hornets which are considered the least expensive all the way up to the Modified, which is the most expensive class of race car to run on the race track. I personally identify myself to be included in such a community due to the fact that ever since I was the age of four, my father took up the sport of racing Modified’s every weekend from March to October, and this is ultimately how I was introduced to the race track family (community). At the age of six my brother was very intrigued by the sport of racing and convinced my father to allow him to follow in his footsteps, and also pursue the love and dedication for the sport.

I have been in the world of rodeo since the day I was born. My father and sister have always been involved, along with other members of my family: such as my uncles, aunts, and cousins. I guess you could say that rodeo is a family affair, so indubitably I also fell into suit and began my own rodeo career. I have had successful and not so successful intervals throughout the course of my rodeo pursuits; either way each and every one of them have been memorable in their own right. I started competing at the age of ten on a horse that my family called Dewey. Dewey was a sorrel gelding that my father roped off of and I ran barrels on. He was the type of horse that was lazy and only moved by force; we were alike in this way. We had constant success as a duo, I wouldn’t have traded him for

The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o’clock, when a chilly breeze picked up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze. My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I attempted to grab Dexter’s lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn’t want him to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down

Ever since I was a child I knew that I wanted to work with animals. Horses, in particular, have always fascinated me. After much begging, pleading, years of convincing, and always working hard to save up money, I convinced my parents to allow me to buy a horse. To me, Indie was the most beautiful quarter horse I could have ever dreamed of getting. Since our purchase of Indie, we have acquired another horse, Sherman, and a pony, Tucker. Although the horses have always been hard work, they were worth every sweaty hot summer evening of mucking out the stalls and frigid winter mornings of carrying water to the trough in order to avoid freezing our hoses. After all, I used to dream of being a veterinarian and helping all kinds of animals in some way.