Cattle Auction

Yesterday I posted a couple of pics from the  Livestock auction... my friend  Shelly said it is like QVC for cattle.   And she works there at the convention center, so she knows.  It's EXACTLY like that.

I was a bit disappointed because they were not having a raffle for  "sperm" this year.  Or if they did, I missed it.   It's high quality sperm.
I don't mean the cowboys....I mean the  bulls.   (I'm feeling like a rebel--a bit naughty talking about  sperm. It's not your everyday blog conversation, is it?)

You didn't think they let these cattle do 'it' naturally, did you?  Pfffttt!!!   No such thing.  (well, I guess if there is a will there is a way, but...)  if you want really high quality stock, artificial insemination is the way you go.

But enough of that  (I had really wanted to take a picture of the sperm raffle tho, since I didn't get it last year)  this weekend, we are trending out of cattle auctions into   Fifties Fever!  A car show and fun filled 50's style weekend around town.

For now tho... a few pics of  hats.   I don't know if this happens anywhere else, but  cowboys here wear different hats and I want to know why.  I should have just asked someone last night....but the mystery and intrigue is more fun than knowing I guess.

(I'm just kidding about mystery and intrigue---maybe it's just a style thing)
I found this in  cowboy hat etiquette:
"Do not interfere with anyone else's cowboy hat. A hat is a prized, personal possession, and should be treated with respect."

I don't know if you can see this very well, but it's a regular style of cowboy hat. He was showing the kids how to use a lasso.

Let me see if I took a better picture of a regular cowboy hat.... a bunch of them!
Starting to wait in line for supper.

And then you see the 'flat top'  kind of cowboy hats.  I've heard this described as a "buckaroo" hat.  They use that word, Buckaroo, a lot around here.  In fact, the Buckaroo Hall of  Fame is in the building my office is.
I don't really understand the difference between a buckaroo and a cowboy, but THEY DO, and that's the important thing.  I guess.
I think this might have been the first cowboy hat, and the creases in cowboy hats came later.

Pay no attention to our friend Nate in the fuzzy visor hat in the background.  That's not his real hair--he doesn't have much. 

Then, once in a while, you'll see a cowboy in a tall hat like this one.  I guess that's a  Ten Gallon Hat. 
It's still interesting to me to see who wears what.

They grilled 1200 steaks.

And made lots and lots of salads, beans, bars.

It was our job to let the crowd in. All 1200 of them, 

according to when and how many steaks were coming off the grill.

The cooks told us to let 20 people in every 5 minutes.

We synchronized out watches.

(Okay, I took pictures, but I made sure all the door keepers, the Handyman included, synchronized their watches)  

(notice that none of our door keepers are wearing  any cowboy hats nor cowgirl bling--we are boring---and not really cowboys)

And then, we just had fun.

People ate and later danced.

This band was from Louisiana--the bomb!  

Shelly got locked outside with all the cowboys!

Jolina had to fight her way in!

It was very fun.

At the end of the evening...

we were very tired.