“When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, and the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit, and the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”
“No rest for the wicked, and the righteous don’t need any!”
I grew up with that saying…
I’m not sure where we fall, but after the Wyoming Cowboy Hall of Fame party, it was back to work!
On the agenda… weighing calves.
We do this every year… getting an idea how our calves and breeding plan are doing. We weigh each calf individually.
Brandon and Johnny did the weighing and recording.
Each calf comes on the scale.
Their number and sex is called out. (double checking that we wrote them down correctly at birth!)
Along the way… Lucas helps.
Then the gate is opened and he can get up and encourage them out!
I have to say that the induction ceremony for the Wyoming Cowboy Hall of Fame was bigger and more impressive than I expected. This is only its third year of operation, and I can see that this will continue to grow. They hope to purchase a building at some point, so fundraising and memberships plus auction items that day are all worthwhile.
They had some impressive food displays.
They had many tables full of cool stuff for the live and silent auction.
I spent a lot a money at the branded merchandise counter…
The only problem I saw… was that in the big printed program and on the frame worthy large poster… it wasn’t Johnny’s photo AT ALL. P.K. had nominated another local, B. B. Somehow along the way, B.B.’s paperwork was lost, but B.B.’s photo was attached to Johnny’s bio. Soooo… It tells all about Johnny, but the picture isn’t his! We laughed, I mean, what could we do? and we knew B. B. would get a kick out of it! We just told Johnny we’d submit B. B.’s name next year, but attach a photo of Johnny to even things out.
At some point in the program, they listed one of the inductees as dying in 2003. He went up to the announcer and laughingly told them he was still alive, and happy to accept his award! “Welcome back!” cried the announcer!
“See, Johnny, it could have been worse! At least they didn’t think you were dead!”
Well, we did it. A flying trip to Casper (four hours away), through off and on rain, to attend the Wyoming Cowboy Hall of Fame induction ceremony.
I started off with a final pysanky class Saturday morning up at Meadowlark Lodge IN THE SNOW. Well, we weren’t outside… but, yes… a significant snowfall…
Then I flew down the mountain, gathering up Vernon and Johnny, and we were off to Casper for the mixer that night. Arriving just in time, we checked in, turned around and went to hang out with the other inductees and their families. It was kind of like an “old home night”, where you’d visit with someone you didn’t know, that knew someone you “did” know… or you’d heard of… and shared experiences were great entertainment. Stories flew from wall to wall and I wish they could have been recorded!
Finally at 10:30, we went to bed. Then it was up the next morning, and up to the Casper Event Center by 9 to visit some more.
Senator Mike Enzi came along to hand out Hall of Fame medals and shake hands.
So did Andy and Jim Nelson from Clear Out West (C.O.W.) Radio. I’ve mentioned them before… they’re a hoot!
We also knew other attendees there… the Oggs, the Schweigharts, the people there for their grandfather Sanford, and especially, Jr. Johnstone… a neighbor just up the road. You’ve seen his pic on here on occasion, as we run cows together in our badlands allotment! More guys knew Johnny from back in his Ten Sleep Rodeo days… It was just FUN!
But it was for this…
But especially, this, two Big Grins on two of the best guys to ride with! This was what made it worthwhile!