Frost Legacy BullRiding School Signup *PLEASE READ ENTIRE THING BEFORE PURCHASING*The Entire Cost of the bullriding school is $1,000 Per Student. To Reserve a spot a Down Deposit of $500 is required and is Non-Refundable. The other Half is Due By September 15th, 2025 and will be invo...
We can also provide a Rodeo tower, bleachers, rodeo clown and professional bull riders to demonstrate their mechanical bull riding skills for your guests! Our special event planners can organize a complete Mechanical Bull Rodeo competition that includes everything from the number on the back of sh...
When I grow up I want to be the kind of woman who lets her hair grow long and wild and silver. When I’m grown I hope I remember to keep my flannel shirts draped over chairs, hanging in the entryway and sitting on the seat of the pickup where they are ready and waiting for me...
When I was growing up, my cousins and aunts and uncles gathered around the Christmas tree in our “Beef, it’s What’s for Dinner” sweatshirts (our gramma was a member of the Cattlewomen Association and felt her grandchildren should advertise the cause) and performed carols and put on ...
Typically we think of it as a whole year of work riding on what the market is doing that day, but for us, even though it’s not our sole source of income, it’s so much more. It’s holding your breath to be given a sign that we are not crazy people. That there might be a ...
reaching for the horn of the saddle and squealing and then reaching further to grab the black mane and I saw her at five years old, blond hair and curls, riding a pony while I lead her around the pen in front of the barn. And then I saw her at ten years old, on a big horse,...
And I was feeling good under that blue sky. It was a warm day. Hardly any wind. I was thinking we could be fishing or riding. Those were my two top choices. But there were things to be done. The earth is greening up and working on showing us her best side. I wanted to help he...
in the hot summer sun wiping the sweat from his forehead as he measures and saws and plans, bundled up against the winter winds on his way to work, rolling out his mother’s noodle recipe on the kitchen counter, throwing a stick for our big brown dog, riding a good horse behind some...
It’s that promise that keeps us crazies living up here in the great white north, all bundled up and waiting to walk around in our Ice Cream Shirts (with a jacket in the pickup just in case). And now that I see it in writing, I realize that I might be the only one in the ...
A picture of the first crocus my dad sent me last week, still doing the noticing for me into my adulthood And a picture of our first calf he sent the day before Scheduling time on a Saturday to have tea and tiny sandwiches was that feather for so many of these women in that room. ...