Lack of sleep makes concentration difficult. I’m on my third cup of coffee and I can’t help but stare out the window trying to recapture last night’s fading dream of a life of a cowboy.
“找不到你公司税务登记证 ! 在哪里?”
The sound of these foreign words spin me back to reality here in China.
“如果找不到太麻烦!” My secretary again looks at me for a response.
I shut my eyes and focus on the feeling of “Let’er Buck” – a touch of the West, a touch of home.
A world away, I taste the dew of the morning and roll out of bed to gaze over never-ending wheat fields. I imagine saddling up the best friend a cowboy will ever have and head out to face the day.
The feeling of adventure mixed with a taste of adrenaline I suppose is why the cowboy often has a wistful smile as he saddles up.
It doesn’t take long for the soft eyes of my horse to be replaced by the glare of my secretary. Her continual banter in Chinese steals me away from my daydream.
The figures on the spreadsheets in front of me wrestle each other in an endless battle to determine whether the year will see a profit or a loss.
There will be a lot more wrestling with figures before the day ends and the freedom of a ride has never felt so far away. Running on the wind lifted by the cheers of a crowd.
I hold up my hand, and the Chinese words stop mid-sentence and for a second all is quiet, a rare moment of peace.
“I should’ve been a cowboy…” I mutter, a common wish for most guys I grew up with, although for me I admit a life on the back of a bucking bronc is not in my blood.
The courage to ride requires a special spirit infused at birth. The adrenaline rush of the ride, the feel of the rope, speed of the chase and mixing blood with mud is a lifestyle meant only for the few.
What I am chasing though, is almost as elusive, the spirit of the cowboy. The legend created by songs and stories I’ve heard growing up: the down-to-earth attitude, importance of treating each other well and when taking a fall ~ fearlessly dusting off and saddling up again.
Dusting myself off, I stare at my computer and pound out another business email…
The essence of the life of a cowboy defines the spirit of my hometown of Pendleton, Oregon. Waking up every morning with the annual September dream of becoming a cowboy, if only for a day.
To walk out onto the infield grass and take it all in, feeling the crowd with the beating heart of the grandest rodeo in the world, the Pendleton Round-Up.
Around the world there are company executives pilfering the paychecks of their workers, politicians focused on lining their pockets and places where a hard day’s work has become a myth of days gone by.
Yet the philosophy of a cowboy remains true over the centuries. Put in a full day’s work, take care of family and friends and with bones aching, fearlessly climb back into the saddle again.
The cowboy spirit flows through Pendleton with the memories of past cowboy heroes such as Lane Frost, Mike Boothe and Mike Currin – men as genuine in the arena as they were outside.
Also the present champions, Trevor Brazile, winner of four consecutive all-around titles at the Pendleton Round-Up and bareback champion Ty Breuer, showing the heart and spirit of cowboys still run true.
For some, the dreams of the West and the cowboys who built America may be disappearing, however they still remain a strong foundation for the people of Pendleton.
Ranchers and farmers understand there is no such thing as an easy ride and to grab an opportunity when it arrives, knowing it may not come again. So when the rope leaves their hand there is no doubt it will find its mark.
The echo of the rodeo reverberates in my mind, as my fingers struggle to tap out a message on my iPhone. These hands stand in stark contrast to the callused hands of a cowboy holding a rope and reigns.
Any calluses I do have are quickly fading away, perhaps similar to the fading cheers a cowboy hears as he walks away from the arena one last time.
Years ago when I was in my mid-20s, I was talking to a bronc rider after an excellent ride and he said something I’ve never forgotten: “The opening of a bucking chute is like the start of a new day. Some days will be tough with rough rides and broken bones – those days are to be remembered because it makes good days like today taste all the better.”
Patience. Belief. Hard work. Cowboy logic.
There are many things I’ve learned from rodeo champions over the years, but perhaps the most valuable lessons have come from the local farmers and ranchers.
Growing up, my annual summer job at PGG operating Rew grain elevator during harvest stands as one of the best work experiences I’ve ever had.
The many people I worked with at Rew helped form my character, each one having the heart of a Pendleton cowboy. Two such cowboys, Bob Byers, who can create a solution for any problem and Terry Simpson who has an outlook on life second to none; both men define Pendleton perfectly.
From Pendleton to Calgary to Cheyenne and to cities around the world, the spirit of the life of a cowboy flows free and strong. Looking out the window again, I put on a George Strait CD to fit my mood and the music even makes my secretary smile.
Here in China, I’ve found the soul of the cowboy both in myself and in the great people I work with over here.
Closing my eyes, I feel the wind on my face and the pounding of hooves and earth blending perfectly with the music. I feel great.
Yes, I may be thousands of miles from home but all I need to hear are the words “Let’er Buck” and I am right back in the middle of the Pendleton Round-Up arena and it’s a perfect day.
The beginning of December is where the last piece of magic will be performed when future champions get ready to ride at the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas.
Cowboys who grew up in small towns around the country, holding onto a belief that one day their names will be dancing in the bright lights of Vegas. Their focus locked-in on the final ride of the year and the chance to etch their name in the history books and become a part of cowboy folklore.
Good luck and good health to all. 祝你们好运气，健康.
Amazing, absolutely amazing photos! There is something unmistakeably romantic in a daring kind of a way about cowboys … riding in a sunset!
Thank you Daniela, there is something about the West of those men and women who made a life of it ~ all have the heart of a cowboy. And nothing quite like riding off in a sunset. Wishing you a great 2016 ~
Absolutely amazing photography of the action surrounding the cowboy’s life.
Thank you Mazi ~ the rodeo is a throwback to the spirit of the West seen today in the ranchers and farmers in the States. I’m always amazed at their work ethic and straight forward nature ~ an interesting life indeed. Wish you a great ’16.
Great action pictures. Nice work.
Thank you ~ there is nothing quite like the incredible action and incredible people and animals at a rodeo.
Amazing captures once again Randall! Your actions photos are out of this world! Those horses are absolutely gorgeous and so are the riders. I enjoyed looking at these and reading your beautiful story that complimented it so well. Thanks for sharing. 😀
Thank you Sophia, the whole scene plays itself out beautifully – the incredible horses/bulls/steers, to the cowboys, Native Americans and then the spirit of the crowd. A good memory to rekindle here in the depths of winter!
I am sure it is Randall. That must have been quite an experience. You are truly blessed. 😀
I’m 59 and I still want to be a cowboy when I grow up. I live in Cottage Grove, OR. I need to visit Pendleton now. Some incredible shots. I think the 3rd one down is my absolute favorite.
Never give up on that dream 🙂 Every September I feel the same, and at least for the few days in September – I am one as is the whole town (at least in spirit) 🙂
And a great eye, #3 is my favorite as well. Cheers to a great day – and you’ve got to come see the Round-Up!
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A cowboy’s life is hard, and not just hitting the ground! The closes thing I got to a rodeo was riding in a barrel race at a ranch we once visited, but galloping across a mesa is one of the most freeing experiences I’ve ever had!
“Riding in a barrel race…” and I can see that with you – must have been fantastic, and agree there is nothing quite like flying across the plains to sense freedom. Absolutely agree with the hard life of a cowboy, but so enriching as well. There is a barrel race competition on the 4th of July in Pendleton (as well as at the Round-Up), and one of my favorite events – let me know if you want to enter 🙂
I didn’t win any prizes and it was a while back. Haven’t been on a horse for a lot of years now – I miss it! But I also have a solid allergy to horse dander now…
Fantastic action captures…breathtaking….
Nothing quite like a rodeo, and in Pendleton it is one of the best.
Patience. Belief. Hard work.
These values are also the values of the american Midwest. of the corn farmers and their families and of all the small shop owners who depend on them. However, with farms being sold to large agriculture companies, and families moving to the cities, this spirit is disappearing more and more. America is changing. What will the new spirit be like?
It is a huge transformation. I use to operate a grain elevator during the summer harvest during my high school/college days, and my tickets all included ranching families… These days, I’ve been told, corporations are the names on these tickets now. Change is change, not quite sure I like it as much but hopefully the spirit will never fade (at least too much) 🙂
Guess, the people of the farmer states in the US need to develop new and alternative ideas on how to support a living. F.e. a village with homes for elderly people /Alzheimer patients including access to animals and gardening, like a village in the outback of the eastern part of Germany has started on.
Cowboys in our modern days – wow. I am a great fan of Old Wild West literature and Your gorgeous photos inspired me very much. Thank You. Happy new week.