The Northwest Junior Rodeo Association (NJRA) is an organization dedicated to the sport of junior rodeo, youth and families, and just plain good-old All-American fun through the spirit of friendly competition. The NJRA is based in the Puget Sound area of western Washington State and holds junior rodeos throughout the spring, summer and fall.

NJRA Rodeo Logo

The pictures on the right margin and above, and directly below the poem are all NJRA  rodeo contestants.  They are presented with the permission of the NJRA and photographer, Steven G. Hall. ( Hall has been photographing this action for over 9 years.)
You can read more about this organization and order photos at the following web site:
http://www.stevespix.com/NJRA/
or  for more cute kids -
http://www.stevespix.com
Steven G. Hall Photography:4500 SE 4th Street; Renton, WA 98059; (425) 271-3839


2005 Year End NJRA All Around Champions (based on point standings.)
Buckaroos.......Brandon Ford
Pee Wees.......Garret Friesz
Junior Boys.........Riley Carel
Junior Girls.......Amanda Coats
Senior Boys.......Bucky Dickson
Senior Girls.......Holly Kortney
 


BUCKIN’ BRONCOS
by
Tamara Hillman
 


Was just a whippersnapper,  
 I really had no sense,  
 I’d wait fer them wild broncos 
 to sidle by the fence 

 Then leap upon their mangy backs 
  from the very top rail-board, 
  grab their mane, clench my knees,   
  an’ holler to the Lord   

A wilder ride ya never saw 
on each wily untamed horse, 
they’d rare an’ kick both hind feet out,   
land me on my butt, of course

I didn’t have a speck a fear, 
an’ rarely I got hurt, 
a screamin’ an’ a cussin’,  
an’ whippin’ with my quirt  

First I’d see the sky of blue, 
an’ then I’d see the ground,
as that bronco bucked me up, 
an’ then he’d buck me down   

I’ve been thrown in cow pies, 
an’ mud up to my knees,
landed up against the barn,
    an’ scraped off ‘neath some trees
                                     
   I never seemed to get it, 
 when I was just a kid,  
 I thought I was Gene Autry,
an' could ride the way he did

 

But when I grow’d into a man, 
made up my mind to go
try an’ make my fortune
ridin’ in the rodeo

 That proved that I ain’t got no sense, 
an’ my brains I’m sittin’ on, 
‘cause hangin’ out with cowboys 
 shoulda taught me I was wrong

You’d think a feller’d learn 
 with his backside sore an’ hurtin’,   
 but liniment an’ whiskey 
 left me feelin’ naught for certain 

Now, I don’t believe in dyin’ 
just to do the reckless thing,  
or landin’ me in traction 
with a nurse I’d have to ring

I only joined up anyways  
 to have a little fun,   
 but ever’ time I drew a horse  
 he’d be the orn’ry one

Guess I’ll grab my saddlebags, 
an’ go back to the ranch, 
get married to that neighbor girl,   
I think her name was Blanche  

 I’ll settle down an’ have some kids,   
 an’ if they’re on the fence,   
I’ll tell ‘em how it come to be,   
 I acquired this horse sense…    
             
Tamara Hillman ©2001

 

Charlie Sorensen photo.
Charlie Sorensen

  

 

 

 


Peter Kruizenga photo.
Peter Kruizenga

             


 


Austin Wright photo.
Austin Wright

 

 

 


Bucky Dickson photo.
Bucky Dickson
 

 

 

 


Cheyenne Prosser photo.
Cheyenne Prosser

 

 

 


Jesse Thronson photo.
Jesse Thronson

          
 

 


Robbie Olson photo.
Robbie Olson
 

 

 

 


J. T. Garland photo.
J.T.Garland

 

 


About the author....TAMARA HILLMAN  said:

      I was born (Tamara Anne Dicus) in Twisp, Washington, a small ranching/logging community in the northern part of the state.My dad was a logger, and our family  lived on a twelve acre farm where we raised everything we ate.

Tamara Hillman photo.Chores and hard work were a part of our everyday lives in order to exist in the beautiful Methow (pronounced Met-how) Valley where I enjoyed a wonderful childhood in the country. Milking cows, slopping hogs, feeding chickens, mucking out, hoeing a huge garden, canning and picking fruit in the fall, were just a few of the chores me and my siblings were assigned. But it was not all work and no play. Each day consisted of adventures with my two brothers, (Clyde and Steven), neighborhood kids, and animal friends; In spring and summer months―running barefoot, riding horses, playing in haylofts, swimming in frigid river waters, sitting on the fence while watching cowboys brand cattle or break wilds horses, and sleeping under the stars on warm nights. And in fall and winter―daydreaming while kicking through red, yellow and orange leaves that floated to the ground from birch, quaking asp, oak, and maple trees, riding horses, catching snowflakes on your tongue, sucking ice sickles, sledding and tobogganing, building snow castles, ice skating, and just plain good ol’ outdoor-fun in the cold, snowy countryside.

When I married my husband of thirty-two years, I brought three children from a previous marriage, (he brought two) into the union. Because of a failing economy at that time in our little community, we were forced to move the family to the more urban areas on the west side of the mountains of Washington state in order to procure a decent living. Though I was far from home, my heart remained in the beloved Methow Valley.

     After a thirty-year career as a beautician and owner of many salons, I retired and pursued my passion―“WRITING.” Naturally, I was most comfortable in writing poems and prose from warm memories of country and cowboy life. Thus, cowboy poetry and western novels came easily to me, and I started a new career writing mostly on these two subjects.

I often perform on western radio, and have been invited to do stage work as well at cowboy jamborees and gatherings all across this nation and Canada. I have two books published, “PURE COUNTRY” and “DUSTY TRAILS,” with more to come.

At the end of 2006, my husband, Steve, will be retiring and we plan to move, permanently, to our home in Arizona.  
                  Your comment are invited; and you can contact Tamara by email:
                                                                
westernpoetess@yahoo.com


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