2nd Annual Gymkhana Buckle Series event
By Allan C. Tucker
The sun was reaching for the horizon as I sat there on my black horse. It was hot and dusty, but it could have been worse this time of year this high up in the mountains. Seems like winter just couldn’t let go, but here it was on into June. That horse of mine had carried me a far piece this day, but we still had one last leg to go before I reached my destination. There were four of us sittin’ on our horses. All of us had been eating our fair share of dust and sweat that day and now this. I looked over at the others sittin’ there holdin’ those big ole spoons balancing an egg in each spoon. I sure was hoping they weren’t spoiled eggs. All I had to do was be the last one holdin’ that egg when the music stopped. I knew right then, win or lose this crazy egg race, I had to hang onto that egg and give her one last toss at Larry Sterling, our trail boss.
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