Yesterday we decided to drive into our little local township to watch the campdrafting Campdrafting is a uniquely Australian horse sport, and if you do follow the link, I hope you enjoy reading more about it. This event is held every October here, and is always a must attend competition for campdrafters from near and far. Of course, it is run to benefit local interests, with proceeds going to help the schools, hospitals and such in our district. And, most importantly, all helpers do so on a voluntary basis, from the women who feed the multitudes, to the property owners who provide the cattle that are used in the draft - no small undertaking in anyone's world. I have put together a small collage of photos I took during yesterday's action.
There has always been something amusing to see, and this time was no exception. For the most part, people seem to bring along their newest pup to show off, but this little one was a first for me!! Raising an orphaned macropod is not an easy task. This little one looked so cute, I couldn't help but share it.
I also managed to catch an 'impromtu committee meeting', or so it seemed to me at the time. These men have been involved with the draft since they were youngsters, as their fathers were before them.
Of course, this sport is not for those with a limited budget. The outfits we saw were like homes away from home, for man and beast. Talk about traveling in style!!! I hope these shots will give you some idea of the modern transport facilities that people use. Many of them have several horses [it is acceptable for them to nominate, and compete on a number of horses in their relevant sections]. It's quite a family affair as well - sometimes entire families competing.
I did try to upload a small video clip I took, but my Internet is not good enough for me to do so. Therefore, I will just finish this post with the opening still shot from my video. This young man has been competing and winning for a long time. I think he grew up in the saddle. His hands are always in the right place, he hardly moves in the saddle, everything just gels. More often than not his 'round' is like poetry in motion.