If you are not familiar with Wild Horse Racing, the concept is simple enough. Three men on a team — a Shank man that holds a rope attached to the halter, a Mugger that holds the horse, and a Rider who saddles the horse and rides around the track. The first rider across the finish line wins.
As with most things that sound simple in principle, they are anything but simple when it comes to implementation. In this event, the problem is the horse. These are not saddle horses and the word “Wild” plays a very important part. The have had almost no contact with humans and definitely have never been under saddle or ridden.
It takes a lot of courage to participate in this sport. Wild Horse Racers can be kicked, dragged, run over, run into and thrown off.
Jimmy with his brother Carl
Giving Mom a hug!
Dad Kenny, sweetheart Shaylynn , Jimmy and Mom Mary Kay
Jimmy and my brother Lloyd
Kenny ~ Jimmy ~ Lloyd
In 1960 my Uncle Carl won the Wild Horse Race, 51 years ago.
Uncle Carl has been fighting cancer and found out recently that it's terminal and unless we have a miracle he won't be with us much longer.
After the Buckle Ceremony Jimmy went to see Uncle Carl. Jimmy dedicated this win to him. He started racing 11 years ago and this is a sweet victory to have another Federer claim the prize. 
Ya, I think it's a big deal and I am so proud of Jimmy for carrying on the Federer family tradition! I just wish I could have been there.
I know Uncle Carl wanted to be there to see Jimmy in the race. Our thoughts and prayer are with you cowboy. We love you Uncle Carl!
