There are 3 things that always stay constant with me no matter what the situation. #1 family #2 religion and #3 roping! So that being said heres a poem about roping for yall. The Run I back into the box, nod my head. Blast out of the corner on a rocket with legs, run up to the steer rate right off, stand up in the stirrups and saw his horns off. Set my trip take Duke left, the steers in the air when he hits he loses his breath. Slide off his butt run up the rope, string up his legs thats all she wrote. Look up at the clock and what do I see? Fast time of the day thats money for me. By: Dee Pittillo
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 04:40:33 +0000
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