Finally, the next day, we were about to get on with what we had come south for. We arrived late morning at a traditional keyhole shaped arena for the charreada that had been modified to hold an American style rodeo. It was pretty small, at most 30 yards across the round part with some homespun bucking chutes cobbled together on one side, and a roping box in the end of the long part of the key. A shaded grandstand surrounded the walled circular area, which was already filling with spectators and, of course, an always-present band of musicians.
Myles' story reminds me of some folks I hadn't thought of in years and some fond memories.
For one thing, I'm a married man today because of Carlos Ochoa.
Fast forward six years. During Easter break in the Spring of 1972 a bunch of us loaded up to spend the weekend at Carlos Ochoa's ranch. Among the group was a pretty little thing by the name of Sharon Rose Chesher. I wasn't exactly on my best behavior that weekend, but she took a liking to me anyway and we were married in May of 1973.
Fast forward 20 plus years. I was invited by the Chihuahua Cattle Growers to receive an award during their annual convention which was held during their State Fair. And during the State Fair you naturally have a rodeo and Carlos Ochoa was the arena director. The rodeo announcer introduced the Governor of Chihuahua and then introduced me. About thirty minutes later he introduced me again. And after awhile he introduced me again. If you were a friend of Carlos Ochoa, you were more important than the Governor!