Personal Narrative: Senior Horse Division

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

I was still just as nervous as before, but once I’m in front of the judge showing my pig, all the nerves disappear, because I am doing what I love. By this time I knew that I had a good chance at winning the division, and I did. It was all so very exciting, but I still had to go back in the ring for the breed or reserve breed champion. Maggie, a girl in our group, had won the heavyweight division, so we were both going back for the breed champion. We are out in the ring showing our Yorks, and the judge announces the Breed Champion York, Maggie’s pig. She exits the ring and then the judge talks some more about a pig that he’s going to pick for the reserve, by that time I knew he was talking about my pig. I was right, he pointed to my pig and I was the Reserve Breed York. I shook the judge's hand, got my banner and buckle and left the ring with White Lightening, my smile was uncontrollable. What made it even more awesome was that me and Maggie swept the Yorks and we were in the same group, and on top of that, not even planned, we both wore a pink button down polo shirt, jeans, boots, Kendra Scott earrings, and our blonde hair was half up half down. Twinning was definitely winning for us. The judge even mentioned me and Maggie being twins while we were in the ring showing for breed, so we decided that we should twin again for the grand

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.

It was just me, my horse, and the four judges, who were there to critique my every single move. I probably looked like an ant standing alone inside such a large area. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I tried to block it out in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The announcer calls for 805, which was my show number, and up to the first cone I went. I knew that pattern better than I knew my own name. The arena smelled so fresh and clean. I could see the perfectly straight drag lines from the tractor, since I was the first one to go in my class. This was the moment that I had been waiting my entire life for. While waiting at the first cone, the pattern was soaring through my head. Trot to the first cone and stop, then do a turn to the right. Over and over again I kept repeating it silently to myself. Finally, the judges nodded for me to begin, and I started the best pattern

Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t think you could do it? Well I have many times and I’m going to write about a time during Rodeo when I didn’t think I was going to be able to do well in goat tying.

She was awake now and startled to see me. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened. She told me that she was on her way to her home. We took her back home later that day. I was stunned to see where she lives. Gorgeous trees surrounding her home, ponds with rocks and creatures in them, and a long driveway. She lived in this beautiful cabin house. It wasnt a big house just big enough for 1 person to live. We went inside and I couldn't believe what I had seen. This women had more trophies and medals than I had ever seen. She was the best barrel racer in the United States, she was Callie DuPerier. My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. I was so thrilled to meet her. The inside of the house had everything to pictures of her winning, to old barrel racing saddles as decoration. This women was my hero. My whole life I dreamed of becoming the best barrel racer in Kentucky.

Hinds Community College has undoubtedly enabled me to grow as both a student and a leader during my time enrolled. My passion has always lie in the film and media industry, which made Hind’s film program the perfect choice for me. Before entering this program my skills were unrefined, but now I have been given the knowledge to pursue a career in the film industry with the confidence in my ability to complete any necessary job. Since joining this program, I have become the Media Associate at First Ridgeland Baptist church in charge of all video projects, the sole video contractor for Harmonic Audio and Concert Production which is a multi-state concert production company, the lead contractor for a major theater

I signed up for the 4-H club, Rough Ridin’ City Slickers, and the 4-H Horse and Pony Project right away, in September of 2007. Beyond ecstatic didn’t even describe it, I was about to compete in my first 4-H horse show. I walked Tip in the arena and lined up facing the judges. Before I knew what happened, I stood up with a mouthful of mud; Tip dragged me across the arena. With a clenched jaw, I snatched the lead-line and marched myself and Tip back to the line-up facing the judge. As she gave me the nod to begin, I gripped the lead-line and advanced towards her.As she told me to trot off, the corners of my mouth slid upward. Despite being drug across the arena, we finished with a First Place ribbon in the class. Following that class, I tacked Tip up for the gymkhana portion of the day. Finishing the day with all first place ribbons, it was set in stone that I was meant to be a barrel

Everyone has aspirations, some tend to be more steadfast, others last only a short amount of time. A goal is something we aim for, something that we try our best to keep a firm grip on.

Interest: the state of wanting to learn about a specific concept. An interest that has been growing with in me sense my adolescent years is my fascination in horses. Throughout the summers I attend myriad horse camps, watch the the annual Equine Olympic trials, and compete around the state of Montana in competitions of my own. The amount of time and effort I have put into the horse industry drives me to find a future in which I can apply my knowledge to. I want to further my education in the equine world by pursuing a degree in equine general studies / equine science, one day hoping to become a prestigious barn manager.

First up, the unanimous win in the Harness Pony WGC was Mississippi Queen carrying Holli Hayes to the winners circle for John and Charlotte Wrather. Hayes said, “winning with Missy was a highlight in my career.” She reflected that Missy, “isn’t the easiest, so it was fulfilling to know you worked so hard and accomplished the goal intended.” Holli, your hard work paid off! Rich, Maureen, and Holli credit the Wrathers’ for letting them take the time needed to prepare Missy for the WGC and would like to express their heartfelt thanks for their patients and understanding. Reserve in the class went to the very fancy pony, Mr. Naples, Abel Vega driving for the Golden Creek Farm. Mr Naples has racked up wins this year at Dixie Cup and Illinois State fair before being crown the 2017 RWGC.

I have always strove to be the person that others looked up to. I never knew how to do that though. Until one day, one of my friends, a person I idolized, became an American Quarter Horse Youth Association Director. Ever since that moment I knew how I was going to leave my mark, and expand as a leader. Becoming someone fit enough for this leadership role was not an easy task.

While we left Independence, some of us had a problem when we just left Independence. A 59 year old grandmother of the Cline Family had gone sick somehow and the rest of the family is taking care of her and I hope that she will get well soon, I know that she is going to be okay, I wish that she won’t have anything that might kill her.

Competing on my wrestling club’s team at the annual National Dual Team Wrestling Tournament in 2015 was a very successful tournament for myself and also for North Carolina Wrestling history. The team and I put in very hard work over the summer, training and persevering towards our goal of placing top 10 at Dual Team Nationals. The results that were achieved this tournament we’re tremendous, we placed the highest any North Carolina club wrestling team has ever placed at Dual Team Nationals. It was a learning experience first hand for each us of how the tough obstacles we have to face to achieve success, are not so difficult after we train and work hard to achieve success.

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