Todd Doherty, Cariboo—Prince George
Linked statement
“It is rodeo season, and I am celebrating the Williams Lake Stampede in my hometown. I want to thank the volunteers, competitors, and sponsors who make it happen.”
“Madam Speaker, it is my favourite season of the year, rodeo season, in Prince George, Quesnel, Vanderhoof, and in my hometown, the greatest show on dirt, the Williams Lake Stampede. The dust is rising, the countdown’s on, And before you know it, rodeo season will be gone. From near and far for 98 years, They’ve packed the stands for the sweat and the tears. The Williams Lake Stampede is second to none, The roping, the riding, the legendary fun. Where the cowboys ride, and cowgirls fly, And city folks learn about dust in the eye. The Williams Lake Stampede is more than a show— It’s community, tradition, and full-blown rodeo! To the volunteers, competitors, handlers, and sponsors too, We tip our hats for all you do. If I’ve said it once I’ll say it again, You son of a gun, We’re the best there’s ever been! It’s the bulls and the blood, it’s the dust and the mud It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd It’s the boots, the chaps, and the cowboy hats And they call the thing rodeo. Yee-haw!”
Madam Speaker, it is my favourite season of the year, rodeo season, in Prince George, Quesnel, Vanderhoof, and in my hometown, the greatest show on dirt, the Williams Lake Stampede. The dust is rising, the countdown’s on, And before you know it, rodeo season will be gone. From near and far for 98 years, They’ve packed the stands for the sweat and the tears. The Williams Lake Stampede is second to none, The roping, the riding, the legendary fun. Where the cowboys ride, and cowgirls fly, And city folks learn about dust in the eye. The Williams Lake Stampede is more than a show— It’s community, tradition, and full-blown rodeo! To the volunteers, competitors, handlers, and sponsors too, We tip our hats for all you do. If I’ve said it once I’ll say it again, You son of a gun, We’re the best there’s ever been! It’s the bulls and the blood, it’s the dust and the mud It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd It’s the boots, the chaps, and the cowboy hats And they call the thing rodeo. Yee-haw!