I have vowed to take a peek at the sorts of things tourists see when they visit here when I get the opportunity. I had been busy wasting time when I saw that it was free museum day, so off I went into the rain to check out a nearby museum. The museum is dedicated to professional rodeo cowboys. It’s not my thing, but I decided to go anyway to see what they are all about.
There is their iconic statue guarding the front, a cowboy riding a kicking horse. I always thought that the strap on the back went around the animal’s tender parts, but it is actually around the waist. The horse is trying to kick it off and if the cowboy goes with it, so much the better to the horse’s way of thinking. (Horses are not deep thinkers).
The profession (getting paid to do this) of rodeo cowboy only started in the 1920’s, although men did this for fun before that. This magazine cover from 1951 shows one of the first well-known rodeo stars.
Being named rodeo queen is an occasion to get dressed up in a sparkling outfit. Women compete in barrel racing (riding your horse around an obstacle course of oil drums as fast as your horse can go) and goat roping.
Besides having lots of display cases of saddles, belt buckles and other flotsam and ephemera, there are lots of western themed sculptures, mostly of horses and bulls except for this one.
There is also an outdoor sculpture area, and a catering facility, and a tiny arena for the bulls and horses to perform in when ever. This is a Hall of Fame, so to have one’s name enshrined here, one has to be voted in from a yearly ballot. And that applies equally to horses, bulls, and people, although I am not sure how they count the votes of the horses and bulls.