Boot Scoot'n

Ty Murray made a wonderful tribute …

Boot Scoot’n died yesterday.
He was 31.
He went to the NFR 11 times as a saddle bronc.
That’s 3 more times than I went.
I started retiring great old bucking horses 28 years ago. They now rest on the banks of the Bosque River with a grave marker that lists their achievements.
Hermies Worm
Satan’s Own
I’m No Angel
Miss KC
No Savvy
Good Times
And now Boot Scoot’n

Dad and I make Shoo Fly’s out of their tail hair for all of our saddles.
He is the last one that I’ve ridden that I’m aware of.
Getting to spend years with them has been so fun. Some of them became pets others remained BRONCY till the end. Their personalities were all very different and individual.
I think they lived good lives.
I know their retirement was perfect.

Here’s an article we found…

Ty Murray and Boot Scoot’n enjoy retirement and life on the ranch

Boot Scoot'nThe sun was early-spring warm the morning he sauntered across the big pasture. Little bits of green showed through the winter brown covering the field and a small group of horses snatched at the green as they moved slowly across the land.

The old horse stood there watching the man, looking to see if he carried a rope or any other thing. Seeing only a cowboy, one that he knew well, he dropped his head and went back to grazing.

Ty Murray stopped walking and squatted down in the grass that speaks of the warm days to come. He was proud of his ranch, proud to be a part of the land and the animals that live from it. As a lifetime cowboy, one that was successful as a professional in the arenas across the country, he retired from competition in 2002.

Ty had done everything he set out to do. He had won an amazing six all-around championships before injuries benched him for a while. Showing the great drive and mental toughness that had served him well, he returned to the National Finals Rodeo one more time to win it all. Seven All-Around Championships was enough to retire from competition for the cowboy-millionaire but that didn’t mean that he quit living. With color-broadcasts for the PBR of which he was a charter member, some television, a couple of reality shows, a spin on Dancing With the Stars, marriage to long-time sweetheart, Jewel, and the birth of son, Kase; Ty never needs anything to do.

Soon after his retirement, he began collecting bucking horses that were themselves retired. “I remember seeing a great bucking horse, one that I had won a championship on, being bucked in a high school rodeo and the kid that drew him remarked that the horse wasn’t much and that he couldn’t score any points riding him,” he said.

Ty stopped only a second before he was talking to the horse’s owner about retiring that bucker that he had ridden in competition and letting him live out his days on his ranch. The deal was made and since that first bronc that finished out his days in fields of fresh clover, Ty has arranged for other bucking horses that had been champions and that he had ridden, to be retired to his place.

Boot Scoot’n was the last of those highly-rated broncs. Born in 1988, this red horse had been Horse of the Prairie Circuit six times and was a regular at the National Finals Rodeo 11 times. A saddle bronc with great talent, Ty had ridden him when they were both on top and now the cowboy had retired the old horse to live out his days in ease.

As the cowboy watched the bronc, he remembered how it all went, getting ready to ride. Slowly buckling the halter; easing the saddle into place; talking to the horse, stroking his neck; creating calmness over it all; chasing away that tiny fear lying just underneath the adrenalin rush in both horse and rider. It grabs at man and animal a mega-second before the breakout and in eight fantastically drawn-out seconds….it’s done.

Neither champion rough-stock rider nor champion bucking horse would spend time in reflection about those moments they had battled each other. For a while they had lived on the razor edge of excitement. Both had earned everything they wanted; did their best every time. Today was another day in the sun.