07/04/2021
Thanks for sharing this story Kendra! Great memories with your dad. Happy 4th of July and Merry Cowboy Christmas to the cowboys and cowgirls traveling this weekend. Be safe. 🇺🇸🎉🎊
Veterans Stadium was for decades home to the NFL’s Philadelphia Eagles. But on the occasion of this great country’s 200th birthday 45 years ago on July 4, 1976, cowboys came to town for the American Bicentennial Rodeo. Between family and work, my cowboy horse doctor dad was typically good for 10-12 rodeos a year. But this band of Cali cowboy brothers and lifelong friends dragged their good buddy to Philly for the grand occasion.
That’s Leo and Jerold Camarillo sitting on the cannon, and HP Evetts, Reg Camarillo and Frank Santos (my dad) standing in the back with the two soldiers.
Like Leo, my dad usually entered all three timed events. But he tore the ligaments in his instep stepping off in the calf roping the first night, so sat the steer wrestling out.
He said Howard Harris was the stock contractor, and because the Mexican border was closed due to Hoof & Mouth Disease, they bulldogged fresh, wild steers out of Florida that were not Corrientes and were “wilder than snakes.”
The team roping was a go-twice two-header, and while Leo and Jerold both heeled for H and cousin Reg, my dad heeled for a couple other young Cali cowboys, brothers Tom and Larry Ferguson.
“Leo decided we ought to go see the Liberty Bell and have a nice lunch one day, so he heisted the Wrangler guy’s rental car and away we went,” my dad remembers with a grin from rodeo adventures past.
Back to those swamp steers, my dad’s been close to a couple of Hall of Fame bulldoggers forever in Jack Roddy and the late John W Jones. They always told him that the great Harley May, who was originally from New Mexico but spent most of his life in California, developed his style courtesy of wild cattle like the ones they wrestled in Philly when Corrientes weren’t available. “John and Jack always said those wild steers were too squirmy to manhandle, so it made a technical perfectionist out of Harley,” Dad said.
These are the priceless conversations that come with coffee on a foggy Fourth of July morning with your dear 83-year-old cowboy dad in Creston, California in 2021.
Merry Cowboy Christmas, Everyone!
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Miss you, Leo! ♥️🦁