Quotes for the Horse

It's me again! Like Paul Simon once (kind of) sang, time keeps "slip-sliding away" from me. Before I start offering excuses as to why my blog posting has been fitful, at best, I thought you might like to read a few of my favorite quotes regarding the horse.

"A man that don't love a horse, there is something the matter with him.” ~ Will Rogers

"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man." ~ Winston Churchill

"When you're young and you fall off a horse, you may break something. When you're my age, you splatter." ~ Roy Rogers

"You know horses are smarter than people. You never heard of a horse going broke betting on people." ~ Will Rogers

You can find more by trying to scan a bunch of websites or you can find a BUNCH in Steve Price's book - "1001 Best Things Ever Said About Horses" It seems like his book has them all.

Don't let your horse come home without ya!

Lincoln

Equestrian Ain't So Bad...

Hey Pards,

I've been watching/photographing/writing about a lot of equestrian events lately. I know they're not "western" in nature, but they involve horses and that's good enough for me. I just appreciate the power and grace of a horse soaring over big jumps in a Grand Prix or showjumping event.

The riders have been great to interview as well. From my experience so far, horse lovers are pretty much the same, no matter what the breed or discipline.

I guess I mean to say - I like horses and horse people.

What about you?

Lincoln

Don't let your horse come home without ya!

Humorous Equine Definitions

Hey Pards,

It's been waaaaaaay too long since I last posted, and for that I do apologize. To make up for it, I thought I would bring a smile along with me today. I found a website containing some horse "definitions" I thought were kinda funny (most of 'em, anyway). They include definitions like:

Barn Sour: An affliction common to horse people in northern climates during the winter months. Trudging through deep snow, pushing wheelbarrows through snow and beating out frozen water buckets tend to bring on this condition rapidly.

Endurance Ride: The end result when your horse spooks and runs away with you in the woods.

Feed: Expensive substance utilized in the manufacture of large quantities of manure.

You can find the rest here. I hope you enjoy!

Lincoln

"Don't let your horse come home without ya!"

Time Does Stand Still!

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The old saying says, "Time stands still for no man." I guess I beg to differ. At the age of 64 years old, a rodeo Hall of Fame steer wrestler placed first in the last round of his career. I don't know about you, but I'll be happy to just get on a horse when I'm 64, let alone wrestle a steer in 5.0 seconds.

Don't let your horse come home without ya!

Lincoln

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The following information is courtesy of the PRCA.

Steer wrestling icon Roy Duvall, the three-time world champion and ProRodeo Hall of Famer, ran the last steer of his career April 29. He went out on top, splitting first place in the round to cap off a record career.
Duvall, 64, entered the 40-and-over steer wrestling category at the Duvall Jackpot, a steer wrestling jackpot he began hosting in 1978. He decided his last run of the day would be the last run of his career, and he made it count, turfing the steer in 5.0 seconds.
“The first rodeo I ever entered was a junior rodeo and I placed at it, and then my last steer I ever ran, I placed on him, so that was a pretty good way to go out,” Duvall said.
Duvall holds PRCA records for the most National Finals Rodeo qualifications (24) in steer wrestling, the most consecutive qualifications (21), and was a member of the inaugural class of the ProRodeo Hall of Fame in 1979. He won world titles in 1967, 1969 and 1972.
Some of Duvall’s family was there to witness his final run. His brother, Bill, hazed for his runs, and Roy’s nephews, Sam and Spud, were watching close by. When Sam heard Roy had decided to make the run his final one, Spud said he took the announcer’s microphone and told the crowd of 600-800 people about Roy and his accomplishments.
“As he rode in, everybody was standing up,” Spud Duvall said. “And it was just like he used to be when he was in his prime – he got a good start and slammed one down and tied for first place in the round. The crowd went wild.”

Springtime!

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Hey Pards!

It's that time of year again. Yep... the time of year when it's finally all right to get outside and start enjoying all the things you love to do. In honor of the spring season, I'm posting a poem I wrote a while back about springtime in the West.

Hope you enjoy, and don't let your horse come home without ya!

Lincoln

Unbound
By Lincoln Rogers, © May 2003

It’s good to view the greening,
Bursting forth from soil and tree.
The scene does something for my soul,
Akin to setting this man free.

Could be the colors in my sight,
Or the smells that ride the breeze.
That stirs the surging in my veins,
And brings a weakness to my knees.

It gets my senses heeding nature,
The scent of sage and yucca flower.
Or the keening of a hawk,
High on his Ponderosa tower.

Surrounding me are rolling hills,
Cut deep with clefts throughout the land.
Just like the Good Lord put them there,
With but a finger of His hand.

Calves and foals dot field and meadow,
Hanging close beside their mothers.
A spark of life set in their eyes,
Reflecting in a thousand others.

Laden clouds teem like big Longhorn,
Wandering through a trail of sky.
When they drop their crystal liquid,
The sight can make this grown man cry.

Running noise of streams of water,
Echo from their swollen beds.
They’ve awakened from the winter,
Shaking sleep from babbling heads.

Rays of sunlight fill the valleys,
Staying later every day.
Telling deer to drop their fawn,
Inviting antelope to play.

Now I’m just a simple cowboy,
With a tongue most often tied.
But in the Spring of God’s creation,

My heart can’t keep this all inside.

Sacred

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It was Easter yesterday. Although I missed posting before that sacred Holiday, I guess I can make up for it today.

I hope you had a great Easter and spent quality time with family and God.

Don't let your horse come home without ya!

LR

Poem - Morning Reflection

Hey Pards,

Thought I'd post another cowboy poem on this here blog. I hope you enjoy.

Don't let that horse come home without ya!

Lincoln

Morning Reflection
By Lincoln Rogers


Hello to you my friend, Big Red,
Nice to see you once again.
But I recall a Fall in Denver,
I thought our lives were at an end.

Howdy Slick, it’s been some time,
Since riding drag in dawn’s first light.
It was Montana ’74,
We both survived that dad-gummed fight.

Hats off to you, good steady Jim,
Sure seems like you’ve been gone awhile.
Despite that night in Abilene,
Our escapades still bring a smile.

It ain’t a pleasure, old Black Jack,
I reckon your presence will have to do.
Those frozen thoughts come of Salina,
Whenever I’m forced to think of you.

Rocky, I can’t believe you’re here,
I’d plumb forgotten your stature tall.
I don’t get back to Cheyenne much,
That Summer with you I done seen it all.

I swear I can’t compare, Buddy Boy,
The year we spent in San Antone’.
But the hour you took your leave of me,
I’ve never felt so all alone.

Sweet Rose, I’ve not forgotten you,
Or our slice of life in Kansas West.
Though a time or three we disagreed,
It’s worth admittin’ you were the best.

A silent crowd in mute attendance,
Ignored my voice in the early sun.
They spoke no answer to my face,
Merely held my attention one by one.

No folks assembled in the room,
And for my tongue there was no hearer.
Just a Cowboy recollecting ponies,

While examining scars in a full-length mirror.