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| Author Davalynn Spencer |
A fellow author, Davalynn Spencer, married a cowboy and helped him for years as they traveled the rodeo circuit from the Pacific Northwest
to Alabama, Montana to Arizona, and points in between.
I was excited to hear that they also competed in Hawaii! Today she'll share a little about supporting her husband (and eventually her son) in their rodeo pursuits. Next week she'll share about their "Paniolo" time in Hawaii.
Thanks so much for sharing with my readers, Davalynn!
How did you meet your husband?
Mike and I met at the First
Baptist Church in Porterville, California when he walked in the door for the
youth group. Our small group included high school and college students, and he
was attending the local junior college at the time – in between rodeo injuries.
When I saw that cowboy hat and those chocolate-brown eyes, I knew I didn’t have
a chance.
Please tell us about your experience being the wife of a "Paniolo."
When I married a rodeo
clown and bullfighter, I had no idea how bloody my knees would become! Prayer,
prayer, and more prayer. And then our son got in on the act – oh my. At 2 years
old, he only helped with the comedy routines between rodeo events. But at 12, he started “fighting” steers and
small muley (hornless) bulls at junior rodeos.
The word “fighting” refers
to the clowns (now called bullfighters) distracting the bulls so the bull
riders can safely get off. If the rider hangs up – gets his hand caught in his
bull rope by falling off the wrong side, or tangles his spurs in the rope’s
tail – the bullfighter steps in (literally) and frees the rider. That’s when
things get real western and Mama’s prayers get real serious.
Today, bullfighters fall
into two categories: protection and freestyle. Protection work applies to what
I just described, and freestyle is a show-down between the bull (usually a
Mexican crossbreed fighting bull) and the bullfighter. The man wants to show
how close and comfortable he can be around those sharp-horned, dead-eye,
freight-train bulls. It’s thrilling to watch, but oh so deadly. Our son has worked
both styles of bullfighting, but I think we convinced him to give up the
freestyle after he won the Championship at the Colorado State Fair and Rodeo
two years in a row.
I imagine his wife had
something to do with his decision as well.
Tell us a little about what it was like for you and your family during those years.
When my husband was
fighting bulls professionally for the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association,
we lived on the road most of the year in a 45-foot drop-van trailer we converted
into living quarters, tack room, and animal compartment at the rear. This
allowed us to always be at home while traveling with the whole family and our
entire menagerie. We pulled the rig with a 2½-ton International Harvester truck
with a two-speed rear-end, and yes, I drove. Only two wheels shy of an
18-wheeler. We traveled from the Pacific Northwest to Alabama, Montana to
Arizona, and points in between.
Bull riding was the event
we concentrated on, and I was always a bit grateful that my husband was on his
feet in the arena instead of strapped to the back of one of those
loose-skinned, snot-slinging bovines. I know – small blessings.
My part in the rodeo had to
do with helping Mike get his comedy acts ready to present between rodeo events.
I also sang the National Anthem at most of our rodeos, and kept an eye on our
animals – ponies, chickens, dogs, guinea hens – and our son and daughter.
Again, thank you for sharing! Don't forget to come back next week when Davalynn will share about their Hawaiian Rodeo experience!
Aloha, and Mahalo for visiting!
