I must have been only seven or eight years old, probably not even old enough for 4-H yet and showing a big breeding ewe (or at least that's how I remember it. Possibly it was a market lamb). In the photo to the left, I am around 8 or 9 years old and that sheep is probably twice as heavy as I was, and the one I remember showing was bigger and stronger and I was a year or so smaller. I don't know whose idea it was (probably mine, I bet I was all excited and everything) to let a 70 pound kid take a 160 pound sheep into the show ring, but doesn't that just scream disaster waiting to happen?
I suppose someone had told me to "hold on tight, don't let it get away!" before I entered the ring, and I took those words to heart.
I held tight as I walked her around the circle for the judge to see.
I held tight as I pulled her into the line with all the others.
I held on tight when the judge walked along behind and groped the flanks of my sheep( this is possibly why it was a market lamb).
I held on super tight when my sheep started jumping around in line trying to get away.
I help on really hard when my sheep left the line and made for the far exit.
I held on as hard as I possibly could when my feet flew out from under me despite being pulled along beside my sheep.
I even held on tight when I slipped underneath my sheep's belly and was dragged along, clinging to her neck.
I'm pretty sure I let go when my dad stopped my sheep and helped me back into line.
As you can see in the photo on the right, by the time I was in high school I had grown a good deal and had no problem controlling my sheep. I'm pretty sure that lamb's name was Bob and also that year I didn't do all that great. He probably got a pink.
And lastly for the showing stuff, a bunch of photos from my years of showing sheep. I have no idea which years these are.
So I leave you now with a painting of a sheep.(try to ignore the fact that I went ahead and ruined it by adding too many sunbeams)