Things go a little differently in the countryside.
A friend of mine is involved in a charitable organization that contributes health care to adopted kids from other countries, and they had their fund raiser last night at a cattle ranch in northern Virginia. Loads of barbecue, kegs of beer, cases of wine, live music and a silent auction- all the things you'd expect, really. As I had contributed a piece of stained glass for the auction I was brought along and partook.

Since this was a family friendly event they also had activities for the small kids, but as it was a fund raiser they had various opportunities for bets, such as a 50/50 raffle. (Meaning that if you won, you got half the pot and the organization got the other half.) One of the events was a sheep race- they herded a bunch of sheep into a pasture, color coded each one, herded them to the far end of the field, and on the signal were sent scampering for the barn as fast as possible through a gate open only wide enough for one sheep. You can imagine the scene as these city folk all watched the border collie running at warp speed, snapping at heels as the panicked little buggers ran for their woolly little lives.

Then came the piece de resistance: cow bingo.

You set up a grid in a pasture, one axis letters and the other numbered, then put bets on various squares. A cow is then led into the grid, and whatever square she poos in wins. If it lands on a line, it's scraped off and another cow is brought in.

I will forever treasure the memory of a load of rich city folk standing around a pasture, tickets in hand, anxiously waiting for a cow to shit.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 10 May 2009, 20:41, 1 reply)

:-)
Made me grin *click*
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 12 May 2009, 6:26, closed)