How To Win A Belt Buckle

I collect belt buckles. I buy them at chiliad sales, on ebay, and have been given them as gifts. My favorite is from the West Bay Sanitation Commune jubilant their 95th anniversary.

I accept always wanted to win a belt buckle. I would rather habiliment a belt buckle I won than wearable a belt buckle I bought on ebay. I won a 10 speed bike in high school in a raffle. I couldn't put my bike on a belt, and the competition was based on odds not on skill, so the cycle doesn't count every bit a win.

I was Market Caprine animal Leader for Felton 4-H in Santa Cruz County, California for the last 2 years we lived at that place. I was going to raise a carcass goat for the Santa Cruz Canton Fair Carcass Goat Contest. The goats entered in the contest would be judged in the ring and on the rack for a monetary prize and a belt buckle. My older daughter had entered the carcass competition the year before and came in 2d. I was going to enter the carcass contest the next county fair, only nosotros were moving to Pennsylvania and I wouldn't have a chance to enhance a caprine animal. If I didn't win the belt buckle, I would still get to eat my goat.

My friend Rebekah in California is a gymkhana horse rider. She runs District ix in Boulder Creek California, The Redwood Riders. She has won several saddles and belt buckles competing in barrels, single stake, quadrangle, speedball, figure viii flags and keyhole. She is then brave. She rides a horse that is moving fast. She is high in the air, on an animal. I wouldn't be winning a belt buckle in any gymkhana events, as my favorite event would be standing still, my speed, neutral.

When I start met Rebekah I told her I wanted to learn how to ride a horse. She often went riding in the hills early in the morning. I told her I was a little nervous to ride but I asked her if she would take me riding with her one morning. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to try.

I morning as I looked out my kitchen window I saw Rebekah ride into my backyard on Comport Creek Road in Boulder Creek, with two saddled horses. It was a piffling after 7 in the forenoon. I was up early about to work on the fence I was building. Why does she have two horses? I wonder who she is going to go riding with?

The second horse was for me.

Oh my.

I put on a pair of black leather cowboy boots she brought for me to wear and a helmet, and got on her horse Jesse James. A large boy. 28 hands high? Okay, 16 easily. But I was far abroad from the gravel driveway. I was upwards in the air on an animate being. Oh no, the horse moved. Oh dear, what have I done? Why did I say anything to Rebekah? At present I am on a horse and information technology is moving!

"I didn't tell y'all I was coming, and then you didn't accept time to be scared" Rebekah said.

We rode out of the g onto Bear Creek Road, so crossed the road and turned up Hopkins Gulch Route. Heading for the hills. We rode our horses. Or I should say we walked our horses, upward a steep 1 lane route. To my left the road , to my right a steep drop off. I could about touch the top of the redwood trees growing ten thousand miles downward the side of the mountain. We could hear a large vehicle gear downward equally it came downwards the hill towards us. I was following Rebekah's horse. She said, "Practise non look at the truck. Only look straight ahead. The horse can tell if you lot become nervous."

I listened to what she said. And and then at the terminal-minute I ignored her advice,as the truck was beside me, I turned and looked at the truck for 1 picayune teeny tiny 2nd and instantly my horse side-stepped. Rebekah said, "Yous looked at the truck!"

The bad think about going up a mountain, is that yous have to go down the mountain to become home. I did not like the thought of sitting on meridian of a horse when I felt like I was falling forrad. I was completly ready to dismount and walk down the hill in my black leather boots and lead Jesse James. I think the horse would similar me to lead him down the colina. I'll bet I am actually heavy and the poor horse would similar a balance. Rebekah gave me instructions to caryatid the heel of my boots in the stirrup and lean dorsum. It worked. I didn't fall forward off of the equus caballus. I really stayed on the equus caballus the whole ride and didn't die. I felt brave and strong and daring. I rode a horse. I was alive. I had survived.

Several twenty-four hours before I left California for Pennsylvania. Rebekah took me out to dinner. She put a large square blue velvet box on the table, and said, " I know y'all are leaving and won't have a take a chance to win a belt buckle earlier you leave California. I wanted to requite you the belt buckle I won recently at a Gymkhana effect. In the blue box was a silver and gold chugalug buckle for High Point in the Double A sectionalisation of the Redwood Riders.

I wear my belt buckle with pride. I didn't really win high indicate in the Double A division. I won't lie if anyone asks me if I actually won the belt buckle. I will tell them I rode a equus caballus up a mountain and down the other side. I volition tell them the buckle is a gift from my friend Rebakah who won the buckle. And that is ane thing you can not buy on ebay, a gift from a friend.