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Play The Game Take The Pain


Ever since I was a kid my Dad always kept telling me the same pointers to be successful in rodeo. The number one rule was to have fun no matter what happens, number two was to always lift on my bull rope and the final rule was in order to play the game you have to take the pain!

My Dads third rule could not have been more on point and it is something that we as cowboys and cowgirls have to deal with every time we enter that rodeo arena. In my Dads rodeo career I have watched him endure some nasty wrecks and still go to work come Monday morning.

I have been subject to his third rule more than I’d like to admit, and as I sit here with a broken clavicle and an AC/CC separation it just keeps playing in my head!

Back in September of last year I decided that it was time to get back at er and return to the sport I love so much. Before I could even look at any kind of rodeo schedule I first had to get in shape. I spent all winter long in the gym and managed to get in the best shape of my life.

Spring rolled around and the butterflies were rolling hard in my stomach. When I entered the first rodeo of the season I couldn’t sleep for a few days which was weird because that has never happened to me. Upon getting to the rodeo I was ambushed with chastising and jokes of being a relic coming back to the sport, it was all in good humor and I took it in stride!
My welcome back ride was nothing to brag about it ended very fast and I got run over on top of that. But I got up and the fire was back in my blood I wanted them to run up 6 more bulls for me. I immediatley knew what I did wrong and had one weeks time to build on it.

Onward to the next rodeo I drew a bull I knew nothing about but who was I kidding I had been gone for so long that I didn’t know any of the bulls. This ride went a lot better even though I bucked off, I came off with a huge smile on my face it was a night and day difference from a week ago.

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Paris Ontario aboard Rawhide Rodeos #111

The third rodeo was one that I’ve been going to since I was a kid. In fact The Milverton rodeo is the first rodeo I ever rode in when I was 8years old. As soon as I went to see what bull I drew my good buddy came up to me and said “well looks like you got the bad one”
I replied with “how so”
He continues with “well I hear he likes to jump out of the chutes”
I smiled and walked away, it wasn’t the first time I’ve dealt with young bulls in the chutes and won’t be the last so I wasn’t concerened.

When it came time to load the bulls mine stayed true to form and was trying to jump out of the chute. It fired me up more than anything. I got out of the chutes clean but roughly 4 seconds into the ride I was on the ground. The bull kicked my heels back and I landed shoulder first in the dirt!

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Milverton Ontario aboard Joe Shaws #808 Anger Management

As soon as I got up and away from the bull I knew something was wrong. I went behind the bucking chutes to my riggin bag and I felt sharp pains towards my left shoulder I could also hear and feel the bones grinding in my shoulder. Now I’m no doctor but I’m pretty that’s not suppose to happen, so I used my western shirt as a sling and off to the hospital I went.

After xrays and several hours of sitting and waiting I was told that I broke my collar bone. As unfortunate as that was to hear I was honestly hoping that it was just a dislocated shoulder and they could pop it back in and I’d be back riding bulls in no time. That may have been my cowboy pride talking but no such luck. I was forced to draw out of the next few rodeos and sit on the couch.

2weeks since the accident my arm started feeling great and I could see myself entering some rodeos in late August to early September but misery loves company. I went for my first follow up exam since that emergency room in Stratford Ontario. I went in looking for good news and was told that on top of a broken collar bone I also have a AC/CC separation, and was told that physio is a must.

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AC/CC separation almost 3cm!

The good news is that physio starts next week the bad news is I was told to not rodeo for up to 12 weeks and that my “come back season” was likely over. The idea of not riding for the rest of the season deeply saddens me but I have to keep my head up, kick physios ass and return even stronger.

The term “Play The Game Take The Pain” is the unwritten rule in rodeo. It doesn’t just apply to getting a good stomping and still going to work the next day or cowboyin up and nodding your head when your in pain. Its much more than that, its coping with the fact that your season can end with just one ride and instead of beating yourself up you have to stay positive. If you struggle to stay positive and optimistic then you may as well hang up your spurs cuz your rodeo dreams are over.

Let Er Buck

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You Be The Judge


If I was to ask a group of people what the hardest job in rodeo was, what do you think the answer would be? Most of you would jump to the dangerous end of rodeo and say Bull Riding or the wild bucking horses or perhaps the Cowboy Lifesavers

Now all those answers are correct but truth be told there is no such thing as an “easy job” in rodeo. Well maybe the Rodeo Announcer has it easy but let’s be honest how hard is it to talk for hours on end…Sorry Joe. But like I said no job is easy, from one end of the arena to the other. Now if you ask my opinion who has it the hardest in rodeo I can give you an answer without even thinking about it. I am not looking at the bareback bronc rider with 10 rolls of tape on his riding arm, or the team roper missing his thumb, heck I’m even looking passed the barrel racer with bruised legs because her horse cannot stay off the cans. Nope none of these rodeo stars have it harder than the rodeo judge.

As you sit there pondering and asking yourself how hard can it be to stand with in the arena with a clipboard and spit out numbers. Not that hard, right? I mean they got it made don’t they, let’s look at the facts: Judges are guaranteed a cheque after every rodeo and they won’t have to injure themselves to get it, judges stay clean for the most part and that brand new Stetson will not get ruined by a pissed off farm animal, and last but not least they hold the fate of every bodies win/loss record in their hands. See judging is easy, heck I bet a chimp could do it. If all that were true then ya it would be a good gig. But what I have just listed is far from the truth about Judging, in fact it is the complete opposite.

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Judging is one the most demanding and difficult things to manage in rodeo, it takes patience, attention to detail, and a good poker face. Judges are constantly in the line of danger especially with their heads down looking at a clipboard, that’s open season for a pissed off Brahma bull. The ratio from bull riders getting run-over to judges getting run-over is not very far apart. Judges also cannot run from a down pour of rain like everyone else. If it’s raining you can run and take cover after your event but a judge as to Cowboy Up until it’s all over.

Aside from getting run-over and not turning tail and running from rain a rodeo judge also has to be partial to the points system. Much like every sport that has judging or referees you are opening yourself up to scrutiny because it is impossible to please everybody and no matter the call or the score someone is not going to like it. A judge has to be partial to playing favorites as well, such examples can include family members, friends, significant others, or revenge. I have seen examples of this way too many times. Wives letting husbands win, family letting family win but I have also seen it flipped around where a bronc rider made an outstanding ride and would have won the rodeo but the judge was his girlfriend at the time and disqualified him for not marking out his horse, this sparked a stare down contest and likely a quiet drive home.

A judge has make sure that the right guy wins the rodeo, and if you have been in rodeo long enough you have likely heard or used these expressions: “Is that judge blind” and my favorite “It must be that guys birthday”. I have so many times seen where a guy wins but did not deserve it because he was the judges favorite. The best example of this is hitting rodeos where you are not known such as the states if your Canadian or vise versa. You can go out there and be 90 points but on paper you scored 80 or lower, and it is something that you can do nothing about, well I guess you could go up and pop that judge in the nose but then you would get fined and likely banned.

Some judges prefer a certain riding style and that can either aid or hinder you and your wallet. Some judges are tricky to get second chances or Re-rides out of as well. One incident I witnessed was a bull had stopped on a cowboy during the 8 second ride and the rider and everyone else at that rodeo thought he was allowed another bull, even the stock contractor had the Re-ride bull loaded, that was until the judge informed the rider that he did not deserve another bull. This erupted into a huge argument between rider and judge and how that rider did not get fined was beyond me. Cases like that can explode very fast especially when you have a guy trying to win the gold buckle or money to get to the next rodeo. Rodeo judges do not get video playback like NHL and NFL referees do so when they make a decision it might as be written in stone because there is no turning back especially if they have everyone at the rodeo telling them who should have won which happens at almost every rodeo.judge2

As you can see rodeo judges do not have it easy and at every rodeo there is someone who will disagree with the final call. You have to be professional and a friend all at the same time you can be a Cowboys best friend one weekend and his enemy the next. So the next time your thinking about that cowboy all banged up in bandages and think to yourself “he’s got it rough” maybe look for the person holding the clipboard drinking alone because that’s the rodeo judge and they likely made a bad call….

Let Er Buck

Big Fish Little Pond


Raise your hand if you have pictured yourself riding for a World Championship…..If you did not raise your hand then you are in the wrong sport. Every single cowboy and cowgirl who rodeo’s has pictured themselves in Vegas riding for the World’s Championship. Every bull rider who rode the side of the couch for 95 and every barrel racer who’s practice pen was the arena in Vegas. There is not a single person in rodeo who does not dream of being the Worlds Champion. Much like any kid catching a football or draining that clutch 3 pointer with 2 seconds left, it is such thoughts and dreams that drive athletes to want to be better and never be satisfied. However, you cannot just ride the couch and become the best in the world, it takes hard work, discipline, victory and defeat. Also you need to undergo the hardest easiest aspect of reaching that level……You need be where the world champions compete…..Which is not Ontario.

Now before ya’ll jump all over me and think I am bashing Ontario rodeo and it’s athletes ya gotta hear me out. Ontario is a great place to grow up hitting rodeo’s and no matter the weather or the political rumors that are circulating you will always have a rodeo to enter. But if you want to win buckles in Vegas your gonna have to kiss mama goodbye and hit the road. Typically your going to aim for the States where Pro Rodeo is in abundance, or western Canada towards Alberta. Chances are your going to live like a gypsy in the back of your truck or if your “lucky” it will be the house of the local girl who drank to much whiskey….Whichever the case its gonna be roughing it, that is of course until you start winning.

But winning should not be a problem for you, back in Ontario you have won countless buckles, everyone knows you, girls come easy and your mom has a binder full of newspaper clippings highlighting her rodeo star. So living like a gypsy and “going for broke” is just out of the question. You have that winners edge and your Ontario famous…But all those buckles and pretty girls along with fame all go to the crapper when you buck off 10 straight, become broke and nobody knows you. This is the issue with half the people who attempt to take on the world. I call it Big Fish Little Pond mentality. It is beyond easy to get wrapped up in fame in a small town, life is easy. You get some random job to get you through the winter but once the rodeo schedule comes out for Ontario you quit the job and just live off your winnings. When your rolling like that and on fire in rodeo your confidence is soaring so you automatically think you could be a world champion. But once you leave your comfort zone you will get uncomfortable and if your doing something your uncomfortable with your gonna suck at it. In my mind the biggest thing to accept is your gonna get a wake up call when you step up to the big boys plate, and if you can accept that and take your licks then you will come out on top.

The most successful rodeo athlete to come out of Ontario to the world stage is Reuben Geleynse from Winchester Ontario. I met Reuben when I was a kid riding against him in the Jr.Bull Riding, humble but victorious. To my memory he spent one year in Ontario riding bulls then decided he wanted more so he packed up and hit the road. Winning the Canadian bull riding title and being a multiple PBR finalists, Reuben did it right. He did not need buckles to prove he was ready to ride Pro. Some of the athletes think that if they cannot win Ontario buckles then they cannot win in the Pro world, and that kind of thinking is already drowning you because instead of trying to win buckles for the love of the sport your trying to win buckles so you can prove to yourself that your good enough. Another ugly part of wanting to leave is the negativity from the haters……..Everybody loves haters……chances are the one doing the hating is the one who is afraid of your success or one who thinks its impossible because he or she tried and failed. Many factors to consider when making such a decision, also you need to surround yourself with people who have the same plan and mentality that you have.

Leaving your comfort zone is hard no matter what your doing, but to get to the “proverbial brass ring” you have to be ready for anything, which includes losing, whether your use to losing or not it’s going to happen. It will be wrong to take my words out of context and think that just because you have enough buckles to fill an old wagon wheel that you will not be a world champion, if that is what you take from this entry then I apologize. I am just simply stating that you do not need all those winnings to be successful on the world stage.

Whichever your direction and how many times you strike out makes no difference. You gotta look in the mirror and ask yourself if your The Big Fish In The Little Pond or is it time to be The Little Fish In The Big Pond.

You are probably asking yourselves “Well if your such and expert  where is your World title and why have you not left”…..To put it plainly I am still riding the side of the couch and picture myself in Vegas every single day……

Let Er Buck

If You Build It They Will Come


Well there ya are recuperating from a tough season of bull riding, you had ups and downs and luckily got into the finals thanks to that last ditch effort at the last rodeo. However, the finals whooped your butt, you could blame it on the bright lights, the new leather jacket with “finalists” stitched on it, or the bottle of whiskey you killed the night before the 3rd round. Whichever way you slice it the finals were not memorable whatsoever. You are upset with yourself and refuse to even look at your bull rope let alone put it on a bull. Your sitting in self pity but then it hits you, you realize that you had no practice leading up to the finals. Oh wait, you whooped that bucking barrel in the barn almost every night so that’s gotta be enough. But is that barrel really helping you? Okay well this is an easy fix, let’s call the boys and go buck bulls, but wait………..Who bucks bulls in Ontario?

This is an issue that bull riders in Ontario have been dealing with since I was in diapers. It is next to impossible to find a facility of even outdoor arena in Ontario that will let you walk in and buck bulls. It makes a ton of difference when you are perfecting your craft a few times a month, and there is nothing that bull riders wanna do more than ride bulls, whether for big money, gold buckles, or for free. I have never known of a facility in Ontario that will buck bulls once or twice a month. Typically an indoor facility would be ideal but bull riders will get on in minus 50. Aside from jumping the boarder there really isn’t a lot of options.

I remember countless trips into Adrian Michigan with the fellas when the snow hit the ground. Doug and Vicky of the 3BarB arena were more than welcoming to us Canadians. Having buck outs and jack pots every weekend and a mere 4 hour drive one way it was a perfect fit. In fact, the trip to Adrian was almost a tradition as my Dad and his buckaroo friends were frequently seen at the 3BarB arena in their day. Even though it was a good fit it also could have been avoided if someone stepped up to the plate. Now do not read this and see an easy feat. Having a facility is a very expensive en-devour. But it is possible. The closest  function that Ontario has had to winter buck outs was when The 2Tough Bull Company set up shop. This consisted of retired Ontario champions and brothers Randy and Brent McMullen along with Brian Norman the owner operator of Brian Norman Bucking Bulls. The buck outs were held in Waterford, Ontario at an indoor arena that was host to many OFR’s. When I started riding bulls it was in this building, attracting Canadians, American, and even Brazilians. But much like everything else it came to an end not long after its initiation. That was over 10 years ago, and since then not a damn thing has come anywhere close to being erected.

Now if you are in the rodeo and equestrian world you can probably think of several indoor arenas that can host buck outs, and you would be right. But for whatever reason these facilities do not want bull riders, rough stock riders, or “roughies” if you will in their facilities. I have no idea why, maybe them rich equestrian folks look down on a bull riders way of life, or play into the cliche of a roughie. I wanna apologize to the comment about the “rich equestrian folks” I did not mean to throw them under the bus but the majority of indoor facilities are owned by ya’ll, and let’s be honest if daddy’s little girl brought home a bull rider daddy would not approve, and so begins the cliche’s.

Many guys have tried to build an establishment for bull riders to show up and buck bulls but none have stuck. In America you can buck bulls anywhere within a few hours, it’s almost like wherever we have a Tim Hortons they have a place buck bulls, and as much as I love my double doubles and fresh apple fritters I would much rather have a venue to buck bulls. This is not a plea to get indoor facilities to host buck outs or a fellow bull rider down on his knees begging someone to sign a cheque and make it happen, but rather bringing things to light. Ontario has exceptionally talented bull riders and rank bulls I just don’t see how or why it is so damn hard to have a place to practice. Money? I get that, unless your one of those tree hugging hippies everyone needs money and nothing is free. But much like the 2Tough Bull Company its a joint effort, now there approach may be a touch different because they held legit bull riding events with prize money and buckles. All I am asking for is a place to practice. This will not only help bull riders but it helps the bulls themselves stay in shape, also it will help the bullfighters also stay tuned up. It’s a group victory and one that needs to be put into motion. I was talking with a good friend of mine who said he is in the process of making an arena and he has excellent location to make it happen, best of luck to you friend.

Someday this will become a reality, and it will be a glorious day when it does. There is not a single roughie out there that has not thought about having bucking chutes in his back yard, to be honest it’s my idea of paradise. Even if you charge a fee for people to watch there will still be awesome turn outs every weekend so essentially you can make money off of it. Having buck outs could transfer into bigger things such as holding rough stock clinics, High School Rodeos, Ontario rodeos, or even Ontario finals if you wanna go that big. There is not a damn thing better in the world than rodeos and bucking bulls so why not have it in your backyard…..

Let Er Buck

The Tale Of 2 Hole Benny


Throughout my life as a rodeo cowboy I have seen some god awful injuries, ones that make you look away and even vomit. It comes with the territory though and it is something that we as cowboys and cowgirls deal with every weekend. The injuries I have seen range from walking it off to getting drove off in an ambulance and I have dealt with both. When I was a kid just starting out I watched a cowboy take a horn to his cheek,  and you would think that it would turn me away from the sport and I would need therapy but my Dad didn’t raise no punk. I watched a steer wrestler get kicked in the eye socket by his own horse, now some say that his eye was hanging out by a thread like something in a Quentin Tarantino film, but that could be speculation. My good buddy Alex Vanevery once broke his leg and it sounded like someone snapping a bunch of pencils, I also witnessed a Jr.Bull Rider snap his leg near his hip so bad that he actually kneed himself in the head……..take a minute and think about that one…….This list could honestly go on forever and ever but you get the point it’s a grueling sport but one that I surely do love. Some injuries though they likely hurt that person involved actually came out to be a funny story. Thus brings us to the title of the story and the amazing Tale Of 2 Hole Benny.

Now judging by the title you might have an idea of where this is going. It was a nice Spring weekend and I was heading to my first bull riding clinic, my buddy Dusty and I  just turned 16 and we were ready to move up from jr.bull riding to the big boys and Dusty’s brother was holding a bull riding clinic so off we went. The indoor arena was situated at retired bull riders house near the Simcoe Ontario area and it was the perfect location. Along with myself and Dusty there was about 10 other riders, mostly brand new guys. We started the day with basic skills and equipment checks then after lunch it was time to ride bulls. Now obviously Dusty and I were the first ones ready to roll, the helmets came off and it was just cowboy hats, the day went pretty well for everybody. No real bad injuries just a few bumps and bruises nothing major, at the end of the day we relaxed and watched video play back. Later that night there was a ho-down if you will at the farm-house, no booze and women for Dusty and I that night all we wanted to do was keep riding. We called er a night and went to bed with dreams of gold buckles and money. We stayed at the instructors house (Dusty’s brother Randy) if fact, I am pretty sure we drove him home that night.

The next morning Randy was somewhat hung over so we were late rolling in and we were welcomed by the older folks laughing at us?? Unsure what was going on we exit the vehicle and ol’ Dougie Walls says “Well boys time to Cowboy Up The Arena Is Flooded” YEP! Some idiot left the water on for the bulls all damn night, and to this day I don’t think anyone has owned up to it. So it was either ride bulls in the lake or Cowboy Up and move the whole arena outside….So outside we went. We had the brand new guys moving panels and setting pins. After about an hour we were ready to buck bulls again. Much like the day before Dusty and I were first up but we had something special waiting for us in the trailer. The owner of the bulls back then was Brian Norman and we told him to bring the heat for Sunday so he accepted the challenge and brought his 2 best bulls at the time along with some brand new bull calves.

The day went well and the sun was a shinning, nobody got hurt and all went well. Dusty and I climbed on Brian’s best bulls at the time and sad to say our cowboy pride was brought down a notch or two. But now it was time for the bull calves, these calves were brought for anybody to get on but it wasn’t gonna be us. Bull calves are as wild as they come and beyond mean so some of the veteran bull riders stepped up to the plate. All went well and the calves bucked awesome, after the calves were done Randy asked if anyone wanted to get on again, a handful of guys jumped at the opportunity and one of them was a young bull rider named Ben Clements. Ben had been riding and touring Ontario for a few years and was dubbed a veteran bull rider well he got to hand-pick his bull and he chose the monster Hammer Head, for further info on this bull please read The Top 25 Bulls In Ontario Rodeo History   Hammer Head is number 6. This bull was no day off, but Ben was ready to take it to him, upon Hammer Head leaving the chutes he stopped and just stood there, which was unlike Hammer. He just did not wanna buck that day, the bullfighters got him moving and after 2 jumps Hammer through Ben straight up in the air and when he was coming down his ass landed right on Hammers right horn….You cannot make this up. It was disgusting, Ben hopped out of the arena in extreme pain and had blood coming out of an area where it shouldn’t be. His good buddy Matt Hill, also a veteran bull rider drove him to the hospital and helped Ben get his pants over the wound….Talk about friendship, that’s a good friend.

Now you would think that would it for injuries but you would be wrong. An old rookie bull rider named Bill roughly 45 years in age was thrown to the ground and stepped on resulting in crushed ribs, then I hand-picked a bull called Stompin Steve and I got off wrong which resulted in my chest being stepped on…I then realized where he got his name from. So my parents loaded us up and off to the hospital we went. The nurses at that place were having a field day with all us cowboys but the guy getting all the attention was in fact 2 Hole Benny, no matter which way you look at his injury it was gross we all thought that his “Number 2” hole might be a touch wider but in fact the bull gave him a new hole…..Just envision that for a second or two…All of a sudden the blow to my chest and Bill’s ribs looked like child’s play. As side from the injury, insult, and drain bag attached to his nether regions Benny was in good spirits and liked all the attention the nurses were giving him.

Ben is fine to this day but I am sure that area will forever be tender, and you would think that it would end his bull riding career but he went on for a few more seasons before hanging up his spurs. Benny has heard all the jokes in the book but loves re-telling the story and it did not have permanent damage, in fact Ben is due to welcome in his first son.  Whether an injury results in minor limping, kicking yourself in the head or an ambulance with a bag attached to you it’s something that is a part of rodeo and no matter the injury, and if there is anything that cowboys love more than rodeoin, gold buckles, and buckle bunny’s, its telling a damn good story.

Let Er Buck

Hey Brandon We Got A Nickname For Ya


Do you have a nickname? Chances are ya do, because everybody once in their life was given a nickname. You may not enjoy it but much like your family you cannot choose them. Nicknames can come from just about any avenue in life, whether it be physical reasoning, a favorite movie, family heritage, or a drunk night gone wrong that resulted in streaking…………….Whatever it may be we have all been there, and trust me I have heard some dandy’s. I know a guy who one summer decided he wanted to shave his head to aid him with a heat wave, so we are heading off to the rodeo and he appeared to have a misshapen head that looked like a Gourd. So from then on he was dubbed “Gourd” . Another cowboy has had the nickname “Pepper” for as long as I can remember, if you want the reason just go watch Cowboy Way and the answer will come to you. Some nicknames have great stories behind them and some have some horrible nasty stories, just ask a guy I know named “Squirrel Piss”….Trust me folks I so badly wanna get into that story with ya’ll but RidingHide is a PG site. One nickname that I will always remember belongs to a rodeo clown former bull riding great who’s in arena character gathered so much recognition that is Facebook was changed to Shorty Legs, and that is who I have to thank for my nickname.

Yep even yours truly has a nickname that has stuck with me since day one. Most of you likely already know what it is but do you know the story behind it. This is all thanks to a tiny little rodeo clown name Shorty Legs. It was a wonderful summer day, my buddy Dusty and I headed down to a fall fair for some bull riding. Unsure of where exactly it was, but if you need to know I’m sure Shorty Legs will have no problem reiterating the story. It was many moons ago I think I was 17 at the time, the bull riding was more of a demonstration for the fans and the producer knew us “young guns” were not about to turn down a chance to ride. So the bull riding went off without a hitch and we walked away fine. So I am at the truck changing my sweat soaked shirt and upon reveling my wash board stomach I caught the eye of a bull riders wife. She looks at me and smiles and I’m thinking in my head “hey this is fixing to get rank” but her smile turns to a laugh so all my man-pride sunk like the Titanic. She then follows with a question: “Brandon how old are you”? I respond with 17….? Slightly puzzled, she then comes back with “Shouldn’t you have chest hair by now”? Which was a valid question seeing as how my Dad has a permanent sweater. So I simply answer with “I do have chest hair but I shave it off”, again she laughs and walks away. Thinking nothing of the conversation we leave the bull riding and head home. So there I am enjoying my night at home watching the earlier bull riding on tape and the phone rings….I answer and all I hear are a bunch of people just a yelling and laughing so I assume its for Dad but then the caller asks “Is this Brandon”? Sure is I respond, “hey this is Randy(Shorty Legs) and the guys we came up with a nickname for ya” I immediately start to think the worst and if you knew this group of buckaroos you would too. Alright Randy let’s have it, “its Smoothy”..I’m like I don’t think so, if you’re gonna give me a nickname make it cool….Well that was followed with laughing, he then follows up with “you told Chevy’s wife that you shave off your chest hair so we concluded that your always smooth almost like a baby so from here on in you are Smoothy”! I get off the phone and think nothing of it………That was until the next rodeo, not only did Randy come up with the name but he retold that story to EVERYBODY at the rodeo, and to my amazement it stuck!

Yep to this day I have people coming up to me asking where it came from, one guy asked me if it came from my ability to talk to women….Well that’s true but not the reason….I even have friends who will only call me Smoothee, heck I once dated a girl who would only call me Smoothee and her father did that same. The name has changed a bit mostly the two “e”‘s at the end when my brother said I had to spell it different to make it look cooler, not sure if I succeeded but it is what it is. When it comes to nicknames ya gotta take it with the great assault and just enjoy it. My name has stuck so well that when I get introduced to new people they use my real name but have to re greet them because they don’t know who Brandon Moyer is but they sure as heck know who Smoothee is.

Let Er Buck

Class Clown


Let’s take a step back into time, the era would be the 90’s before and slightly after Y2K your point of view is a sea of cowboys and cowgirls rocking the original bangora hats, the fellas have Wranglers on and the gals are rocking the original Rocky Mountain jeans, you know the ones with no back pockets….anyone who was rodeoin back then knows what I mean….in fact some gals still wear them….my Mother would be one of them! Anyways, as you begin to enjoy the rodeo the announcer comes on the speaker with the introductions, and as per usual he missed the clown. So out comes a new face in the business super young and skinny almost looks like he could use a hamburger or two, although he seems brash and cold-hearted with his jokes you can’t help but stay captivated. Constantly on point and making fun of whoever will fuel his tank, it almost gets to the point where he is out performing the contestants and anyone else involved in the rodeo. But does this remind you of anyone? Then it hits you, back in the days of grade school this guy is the Class Clown. Everyone has had one, maybe it was even ourselves. In the year book the Class Clown photo bombs all your good pictures, under his bio it says “Most Likely To Appear On SNL” . Everyone can relate, but then you get the rare cases where the Class Clown bucks tradition and rises above all the doubters and becomes the most successful person in that graduating class. In this case he actually grows to be one of the most recognized people in Ontario rodeo today.

joe  When Joe Scully(pictured left) first threw on the make up and was polishing up his jokes I highly doubt that he knew it would launch such a successful career in the rodeo world.

Born and raised on the Scully family farm in Rockwood Ontario Joe was born into a rodeo life, with parents John and Anne along with younger siblings Ross and Kate rodeo came natural to him. I, myself have fond memories of the Scully farm when my Dad would go over for Steer Wrestling practice I would tag along and get into trouble with both Joe and Ross, in fact if you ever meet Ross ask him to show you some stitches I gave him……Pond hockey gets vicious at the Scully farm.

Most commonly known for the timed event end of rodeo Joe and Ross both got into steer riding and bull riding, but both also got a nice reminder why they should stick to roping, 2 broken arms for Ross and for Joe a fractured scapula or shoulder blade along with a huge shot to his so called “Cowboy Tough Attitude”. Both decided that roping was the way to go. To add to Joe’s ability to be the life of the party or entertain people he had his debut in Brigden Ontario when he was dubbed rodeo clown. It was immediately obvious that Joe had the gift, although his jokes were rude,crude, and offensive towards everyone, you could not help but stay tuned in because it was entertaining as hell, and everyone applauded him for it. I would go so far as to compare him to Ricky Gervais hosting the Golden Globes, Ricky took pokes at everyone from the no name actors all the way to legends like Martin Scorsese, even though the board of directors hated him for the jokes and critics tore him up and down they still brought him back to host again knowing the outcome. That pretty much sums up Joe’s clowning career he was also looked to be a trend setter if you will and bucked tradition of how a rodeo clown should run his show.

Clowning rodeo’s eventually turned into working in radio while in college and radio ran his life, he was heard on Erin radio 101.5 CERN-FM or 1460 CJOY-AM in Guelph. Though not in front of hundreds of people Joe could still entertain the masses. Although radio was a huge part of Joe’s life it was not until 2004 when he took up his right place in rodeo as a Pro Rodeo MC.

joe2  Much like anyone who starts off fresh you tend to rough it a little and Joe was no exception. Announcing and running the sound himself aloud Joe to be more in check with the performance his first season he used all of his own DJ equipment from his younger years his gear got beat the heck up with the changing weather and constant dust. The next season he went to all-computers. Back then, Joe had stats on the computer and cd players hooked up to remote starts… Along with a 4-disc system with Intro songs in one tray, Ride/Action Songs in another, Positive SFX in another tray and Negative SFX in another. Easily to see that he was well prepared for the job.

Joe used his clowning experience to help aid his MC skills when working with a clown, he knew it takes the announcer and the clown to entertain the audience, the first clown he worked with did not go well at all and Joe thought that Rawhide Rodeo Company was going to fire him but 2weeks later the clown gods sent him Skinny Timmy Johnson a retired bull rider from Maryland who shared Joe’s edgy antics in the arena, and to this day Joe attributes his confidence to the rodeo’s working with Timmy.

That summer sent Joe into a category of very talented announcers in Canada and the US. He went from possibly being let go by rodeo tycoon Rawhide Rodeo to being the voice of Ontario Rodeo, and further more some very notable accomplishments which include being 1 of 2 Canadians to announce a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association rodeo, which is huge because you cannot just send in a resume and wait for a call, you gotta pay an approval fee then they send someone to rate you then you buy your card, mind you a PRCA card  is 500+ dollars. Also winning the International Finals Rodeo contract act where he is the only Canadian to ever achieve this honor. Joe is not only an announcer in rodeo he can also be seen at Monster Jam events, announcing such events as rocking 25,000 in attendance  in Toronto, along with 18,000 strong  in Greensboro, NC where he was accompanied by the original voice of Monster Jam the late Joe Lowe.

Along with Timmy Johnson’s confidence builder Joe has many other influences that helped catapult his career including a man that I have fond memories of as a kid, Bob Baker knew everything about everyone in the rodeo he made it his mission to get on a personal level and make the rodeo more enjoyable for everyone, and that is exactly how Joe attacks his rodeos. It’s not just riders name and where they are from, Joe gives the audience a little mini bio and every introduction is different. Joe attributes his hype to another Ontario announcer by the name of Pat Mulligan who had a way of amping up the masses with his energy and he could amp any event especially the roping ones which is no easy feat. Joe Braniff instantly connected with Joe  while they worked together Joe loved how he used pace and rhythm as part of his delivery. Joe’s first events after working with Braniff, Joe reversed a lot of what he was doing and began focusing on the roller-coaster of guiding crowd energy throughout a performance. American announcer Greg Simas is also a huge part of Joe’s career along with the hugely popular and noteworthy announcer Boyd Polhamus who was the right hand man to the announcing legend Bob Tallman.

Joe’s commitment to his craft has not gone unrecognized, he has been the recipient 4 times for the Mick Flick award for Cowboy Most Representative of the Sport. Getting contracts for announcing all over North America and into Quebec along with 6 Ontario Finals Rodeo’s Joe has had a whirlwind career that all started with Brigden Ontario and a jar of face paint. Though the so called “Glory Days” are over Joe can be found living in Erin Ontario with his beautiful wife Bobbi and smiling son Marshall. Currently at the helm of Ontario Rodeo’s Board of Directors Joe has in a sense slowed down and has taken a different approach in his career, lately he has focusing his attention with the Ontario Equestrian World and allowing himself to broaden his horizons.

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The Class Clown of Ontario rodeo is without a doubt Joe Scully but the best part of this story is how he bucks tradition, as a clown Joe was fired 5times for being to edgy with his performance but was always brought back with flying colors. As a competitor he took on his family heritage and won gold buckles, as a radio host he entertained the masses behind closed doors, as an announcer he crafted his skill and took announcing to another level whether he was in-front of 100 people in some random field or in front of 20,000 at a monster jam he rose to occasion. Joe rose to the helm of rodeo in Ontario where he is the current President of the Ontario Rodeo Association. His networking skills with the millions of rodeo fans and the equestrian world is unsurpassed by anyone…….and to think all of this started out with a jar of face paint.

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