Friday Caption Contest: Canuck Cowboy Edition
By raincoaster
Passed along by Spirit Fingers at AYYYY.
Young cowboy Tyrel Benjamin holds on to someone as he rides a sheep during the Mutton Bustin event at the annual three-day Chiniki First Nations Canada Day Rodeo in Morley, Alberta, July 2, 2006. [Reuters]
Yeehaw, we-all around these parts ain’t never seen a case of bad career choice to beat this ‘un. Looks ter me lahk li’l Tyrel Benjamin hee-yar is ridin’ fer a fall! He shud jess finish school and become all accountant-like or sumpin. Nahss hayt, tho.
Or blogger. There’s big bucks in blogging.
Captions in the comments, jest lahk yew-zhew-wul.
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November 30th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
Do you still want to be a vegetarian, son?
Oh wait I thought of a corny joke! Here it goes.
“Daddy can I get a ride on “ewe”? Sure son. Hehehehe oh gosh I tried.
November 30th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
But I don’t wanna grow up to be a cowboy!!!
November 30th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
I don’t have a caption, but this definitely looks like a massive head injury waiting to happen. Poor kid is terrified.
November 30th, 2007 at 6:23 pm
In all seriousness, nah! The kid is scared, but safe. I used to ride horses for a living, and those rings are soft. The kid will fall (assuming Daddy lets go) about 2 1/2 feet onto sand. That’s less risky than most playground equipment. That said, I prefer the English style hunt caps to cowboy hats (both of which I own), both for safety and because they look so superfantastic.
November 30th, 2007 at 7:49 pm
May I submit two this week?
“Daddy, if you ever plan on havin’ grandchildren, git me off this thing NOW!!”
” WHOA, my boys haven’t had a ride like this since little Jimmy Joe Saunders sat on his end of the seesaw before I was ready to sit on mine.”
November 30th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
The more the merrier!
BTW Canadian First Nations people don’t talk with southern US accents, but the ubiquity of the accent, combined with how much fun it is to write, made this irresistable.
November 30th, 2007 at 10:47 pm
Momma, please don’t let me grow up to be a cowboy!
(I know, close to the above comment but I had already thought of it, I promise!!)
or.
8 seconds? you want me to stay on THIS for 8 seconds?
November 30th, 2007 at 11:58 pm
I can’t resist doing one myself:
“I am NEVER coming back to New Zealand again!”
December 1st, 2007 at 12:35 am
I said cowboy, not sheepboy.
December 1st, 2007 at 2:13 am
Oooh, exceptional choice, raincoaster!
“Take your kid to work day” wasn’t as much fun as Tyrel thought it would be.
December 1st, 2007 at 6:13 pm
Patois took my first idea! But how about this one…
“This is NOTHING like riding Elmo at the mall!”
December 1st, 2007 at 9:40 pm
I have no clever comments, but back when I was that child’s age, I had myself a lover’s tryst with a mutton buster.
I remember it well: I was born a city girl. My parents moved me out to the middle of nowhere. The transition was made better by Brian. Brian was born a rancher. We were star-crossed lovers from the get go. When he became my boyfriend, I knew we were serious: We talked three times a week and even kissed behind the jungle gym once. Every year at the county fair, Brian competed in Mutton Bustin. In his last year in Mutton Bustin we were pulling for a big win while looking ahead to bright days with bigger animals. He got on the sheep, stayed on for two seconds, fell off, and broke his arm. Soon thereafter, I decided that it was better if we saw other people.
He went on to drop out of high school and work at his father’s ranch.
Ahhh..young love.
December 2nd, 2007 at 10:39 pm
Brian, if you’re out there, I think you need to get in touch.
December 3rd, 2007 at 11:10 am
Lamb Chop’s mission was almost complete… The song would end. IT WOULD END!!!
December 3rd, 2007 at 9:37 pm
Leah, that’s a good one, but the judges got their verdict in before we fished your comment out of the spam filter. Sorry; next time we promise not to lose you!
December 5th, 2007 at 2:04 pm
No worries! It’s all fun. 🙂