He’s 81-years-old and his name is Skeet.
He guards the entry to the chutes – and he’s about the only “bouncer” I haven’t wanted to ruin.
Our relationship goes back a week, which doesn’t seem long in real-time, but in Frontier Days-time it seems like forever.
We were running a little behind for getting set up and just didn’t remember someone was with us who wasn’t dressed according to CFD rules. Oops.
I ran Harriet up to the Press Deck where she could hang out in her summer skirt, sleeveless top and sandals with no worries.
When I came back one of the cowboys stood up and came toward me. I told him how sorry we were and how we did indeed know the rules then apologized again. He patted me on my arms, smiled and said it was alright.
Every day the same old cowboy greets me with a big smile and a, “Howdy!” as I go in and out of the chutes. It wasn’t until yesterday, however, that either one of us made a significant move.
I was drenched from the downpour we had just weathered in the arena and hungry. I got a soft pretzel from the concession stand and was about to sit at a picnic table when I heard, “Hey! You gonna give me a bite of that?” It was my old cowboy.
I sat down next to him and said, sure. We ended up talking all through barrel racing and most of the last bull riding event.
I found out he’s been volunteering on the Contestant Committee for over 40 years. He’s a retired elementary school principal, also after about 40 years, and knows just about everyone and everything about CFD.
He told me he’s made more work for himself at CFD since he’s started hosting a Bloody Mary morning at the Contestant Committee’s house.
To which I said since I shared my pretzel with him he’s going to have to share a Bloody Mary with me, which is just what he did after the rodeo yesterday.