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Mutton bustin': the Little League of rodeo country

Kids a few years out of diapers 'cowboy up' to ride, or fall off of, sheep -- just like the big boys do with bulls. But in this case, everyone's a champ.

July 17, 2009|Kate Linthicum

SANTA FE, N.M. — It's 30 seconds before his big rodeo ride, and Julian Apodaca looks like he wants to disappear under the wide brim of his white cowboy hat.

He's staring down at his boots, tugging at his lower lip, rubbing at his teary eyes.

Julian's father, a former junior bull-riding champion, has a hand on each of his 5-year-old son's shoulders.

"It's OK, hijo," Vince Apodaca says as somebody plucks the hat off the boy's head and replaces it with a helmet. "Cowboy up, OK? I don't want no crying when you get on there."

This is the world of a little-known but beloved rodeo event where kids a couple of years out of diapers ride sheep just like the big boys ride bulls. Suburban parents put their kids in Little League. In the country, where rodeo is king, parents sign up their kids for mutton bustin'.

In a flash, a rodeo hand lifts Julian from his father's arms and swings him onto the back of an unhappy sheep, which is jerking around in a small pen. "I love you!" Vince calls out as the gate comes up.

The sheep shoots into the arena, and there's Julian, clinging tightly to its neck. Suddenly the animal cuts right and Julian slips left, tumbling into the dirt. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sheep kicks him with a hind hoof as it stumbles away.

There are gasps all around. Then Julian stands up, wobbles a bit, and grins.

Kids have probably been climbing on the backs of sheep for as long as there have been ranches. But it was in last 30 years or so that mutton bustin' started appearing at rodeos in the West. Here at the 60th annual Rodeo de Santa Fe, which has held the event since the mid-1990s, the rules are pretty simple: If your child is between 4 and 8 years old and weighs less than 65 pounds, you can sign a liability waiver, pay 30 bucks, plop him on a sheep and tell him to hang on.

Twenty kids will participate tonight in two groups, one before the rodeo begins and the second as halftime entertainment. The ride rarely lasts longer than a few seconds (sheep may not buck, but they sure can wiggle), and every boy or girl walks away with a shiny silver belt buckle stamped "Champion."

It's not a competition, but don't tell that to the parents, especially those who want their kids to grow up to be professional bull riders.

Observes Jamie Neal, who has organized the event for the last several years: "It can get intense."

Stone T. Smith may only be 5 years old, but he's got pedigree.

The sturdy blond comes from the best-known roping family in the Texas Panhandle. His father, Stran T. Smith, is a world-champion tie-down roper (he'll be riding here later tonight), and the Smith clan has relatives in the ProRodeo Hall of Fame.

As his father prepares to compete, Stone's older cousin Sawyer Vest frets over some bad news. The sign-up sheet for the next round of mutton bustin' is full, and Stone might not be able to ride.

"I'm going to be so mad if he can't rock it tonight," says Vest, 20. "He's never been that interested in rodeo, but today I finally convinced him to do it."

Vest and Stone are standing next to the sheep pen, sizing up the animals. This flock -- which will be used for shearing, not eating -- comes from a spread up north, where the rancher lets the sheep's wool grow long so the kids will have something to hold on to. Tonight it's matted in long dreadlocks.

"All you got to do is bear-hug it," Vest is telling Stone. "Just get a grip on 'em."

Stone, who seems more interested in fiddling with his sunglasses than discussing grip technique, soon wanders away to climb beneath the bleachers with another little boy.

Mutton bustin' is the first notch in a cowboy's belt, says Vest, who is slim and broad-jawed with curly, reddish-blond hair. As he talks, he hooks his thumbs behind his own big belt buckle, which he won a few years back at a calf-roping competition.

"This is where you start," he says. "I always did sheep-riding. I have lots of mutton bustin' buckles."

Vest plays safety for the Texas Tech football team, so he doesn't have much time for rodeos anymore. But he sure would be glad if Stone got into it.

That just might depend, Vest says, on whether Stone gets to ride tonight.

Up in the bleachers, Neilly Busch, 6, is squeezing at a dusty scrape on her forearm, trying to make it bleed.

"She's a tough girl," says her father, Rowlie Busch.

Neilly and her older brother, Ridgewalker, rode in the first round of mutton bustin'. (At 9, Ridgewalker is technically too old to ride. This is one of the little secrets of mutton bustin' -- some kids who are too old or too heavy still end up on sheep.)

They both got bucked pretty quickly.

"The sheep was like, 'Get off me!' " Neilly says. "He was kind of scary, but he was kind of cute."

From his spot in the top row of the risers, Rowlie can look down on the staging area, where the bull riders are getting ready. They're stretching out their hamstrings, wrapping tape tight around their hands, and throwing back cans of energy drink. A couple of them have knelt down in the dust to pray.

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