2018 Colt Challenge

This years’ Colt Challenge was held at ‘Jo Jo’ from the 4th to the 6th of October.

Below: A poem written by the talented Marco Gliori who attended this years’ Colt Challenge.

JO JO COLT CHALLENGE 2018

(a privilege to share your camp)

There’s a spark in Hendo’s Campfire, the crackle wakes the team,

the Ringers flip their swags back – there’s nothing left to dream.

The smoke, and smell of frying bacon, drift around the place,

while the billy and its tea leaves put a smile on every face.

Someone’s burnt the toast today, we’re scraping off the black

and laughing as young Callum makes another clever crack.

Dougy’s telling Dillon that those snags had better breed,

cause the ratbags down from Frankfield are a hungry mob to feed.

Gav’s out in the horse-yard, he’s the first each day to bolt,

Luke is looking eager as he stops to feed his colt,

Jay and Cait are acting calm, just like their horses do,

(Matt just saw ‘em smoochin’). Strewth! There’s bloody work to do!

Malcolm’s stirring up the pack and rattling off some rhyme

to Krista, Jess and Kayla, but they’re running out of time,

as Jumbo cracks the big whip, the day will now commence,

so, Jackson throws his saddle on and mounts up by the fence.

They’ll walk, then trot and canter, fix a fence and strain the wire,

check the tank, the dip, the pump, weld a pipe and change a tyre,

nail a shoe on, do the trail course, calm the cattle, then at last,

we’re over in the big yard with those Ringers from the past.

Where Stevo drafts the weaners off, as Ben flashes a grin,

if smiles were on the judge’s card, then everyone would win,

Ngoia’s good at Cutting – while Luke rides loose, but sure,

just like the colts they’re fiery, and keen to earn a score.

But trophies and bright ribbons can’t replace a decent mate,

lots of bullshit, heaps of laughter, ripper tucker on the plate,

faces glowing, neighbours mingling, from Monteagle to Jo Jo,

where the good old Soul of Bendemeer is putting on a show.

Marco Gliori