Friends had told us that no trip to Fort Worth would be complete without a visit to the Fort Worth Stockyards.
Stockyards? That name for me doesn't conjure up the image of a popular tourist spot. Instead what I think of is the overpowering smell of a herd of bovines confined to a small pen. Pee-ew! But we had nothing else to do while we waited for the repairs to be completed so to the stockyards we went.
On a gray and cloudy day, we joined other visitors to this 98-acres of saloons, restaurants, western wear clothing stores, cattle pens and stables all listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Ranchers from the mid-1800s through the 1950s brought their stock here to bargain for the best price at the Fort Worth Livestock Exchange.
Instead of attending a livestock auction, we concentrated on
Shootouts between the good guys
and the bad
And a visit to Billy Bob's, billed as the largest honky tonk in Texas.
Inside this 100,000 square foot venue is an arena where bull riding on real--not mechanical--specimens takes place every Friday and Saturday nights.
That would be quite a spectacle!
But our time in Fort Worth is drawing to an end. Git along, little doggies! We are heading south to where it's warm.