From the time my little brother Jake could use his hands, he was always packing around a ball. Footballs, basketballs you name it! He was always passing to people, hitting them, nagging for someone to play catch with him. When he wasn’t doing that, he was becoming a Pokémon master. Jacob’s dream of being at the NFL or NBA, quickly came to a halt when he threw his first head loop. As the rest of us, Jake finally accepted his destiny. Jake’s roping ability and his trusty steed bullet instilled a new dream in him, one he has never stopped striving for. Jake was going to make the NFR on a black head horse. Although we were proud of him for this dream, we wanted him to have a couple of options. Jake wouldn’t calf rope or steer wrestle, and he wouldn’t let anyone talk him into anything different. Finally, he came around to the idea of calf roping, but on his own he would never come around to the idea of steer wrestling. My mom and I told Jake how good he would be at it, how all the chicks would dig him, but the answer was always a firm NO. When Jake was fourteen, I sold my barrel horse and took a little palomino on trade. My mom and I thought this little horse would make a good steer wrestling horse. We signed Jake up for his first steer wrestling school, against his will. He whined every day about how he wasn’t doing the steer wrestling school, no matter what.

To make a long story short, when our little Jakey backed into the box at that steer wrestling school, I have never seen his eyes so big. He looked like he would burst into tears at any moment. However, Jake jumped his first steer on that little palomino, and both of them have been true champions since. Jake won the state title and earned himself a full college scholarship. Jake has not made the NFR as of yet, but I have no doubt in my mind that he will.