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History, steer wrestling, and country music stardom collide in Checotah, Okla.


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On May 31, as protests and looting hit large cities and the airwaves filled with talk about the great need for racial reconciliation, I happened to be in Checotah, Okla. The city of 3,481 is the “Steer Wrestling Capital of the World”—and 3½ miles northeast of it lies the site of the most racially diverse battle ever fought on U.S. soil.

Let’s start with a civil war that we hope was America’s last. On July 17, 1863, smoke billowed and cannons roared when nearly 3,500 Union soldiers defeated 6,000 Confederates. Native Americans representing 13 tribes fought on both sides. The 1st Kansas Volunteer Infantry (Colored) demonstrated the fighting abilities of African Americans when it defeated Texas cavalrymen.

Runaway former slaves from Missouri made up the bulk of the first African American unit to see combat during the Civil War, so July 17 was a day of revenge. Confederates blamed their loss on inferior weapons: obsolete smoothbore muskets and flintlock shotguns, compared with the Springfield rifles and 12 cannons of the Union troops. A rain squall also left them with wet gunpowder.

Nevertheless, it rained on both armies. Union Gen. James G. Blunt declared, “I never saw such fighting as was done by the Negro regiment. … They make better soldiers in every respect than any troops I have ever had under my command.” George Washington Grayson, who became a Creek chieftain, said Southern Gen. Douglas Cooper was incompetent. Cherokee leader Stand Watie replaced Cooper and gained promotion to brigadier general. Many WORLD members have read the Newbery Medal–winning novel Rifles for Watie.

Few, though, may know the history of steer wrestling, also known as bulldogging: I certainly did not. If you’ve never seen its five seconds of intense action: A cowboy rides his horse alongside a longhorn, leaps onto it, grabs the horns, and wrestles to the ground its 450–650 pounds. (Note to animal rights advocates: Cowboys often suffer injury in the process, but a survey of 60,971 rodeo animal performances indicated only 0.04 percent of the animals—27 in all—were hurt.)

COVID-19 this year did what steers for the previous 28 could not: It kept cowboys home on the range.

Fans often credit the rodeo sport’s invention to America’s most famous black cowboy, Bill Pickett, who was born in Austin 150 years ago this December. National Cowboy Hall of Fame member Pickett headlined the Pickett Brothers Bronco Busters and Rough Riders Show that toured fairs and rodeos: Some say he once bit the lip of a recalcitrant steer. Pickett died at age 61 when a horse kicked him in the head.

The “World’s Largest Jackpot Steer Wrestling” contest in May would have brought 300 cowboys to Roy Duvall’s arena 4 miles west of Checotah, but COVID-19 this year did what steers for the previous 28 years could not: It kept cowboys home on the range. Since I couldn’t watch the show, I read about Duvall, who a half century ago earned the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association world title in steer wrestling three times. He qualified to the National Finals Rodeo a record 24 times.

All the aches and pains that resulted had consequences. Duvall told The Oklahoman in 2012: “Back then, everybody in the rodeo business drank. Well, I got started drinking and went through about an 11-year period that I got pretty bad. [Once] I was messed up so bad drinking I could hardly see the steer. I made a lot of money, but I threw a lot of money away gambling and drinking.”

God intervened: “I got saved 28 years ago in Cheyenne, Wyo., and have been going to church ever since. I try to tell all these young cowboys that they sure need to get saved and live right.” Duvall wrestled his last longhorn in 2007: “You know that makes you feel good if you are right at 65 years old and you can still throw them steers.”

I have room only to mention Checotah’s other claim to fame: It’s singer Carrie Underwood’s hometown. Her “I Ain’t in Checotah Anymore” is a remarkable song about feelings of ambivalence toward success: “I’m in a world so wide … I miss the big blue skies.” Take a YouTube listen, please.

An addendum

One of COVID-19’s most minor casualties was a trip my wife and I planned. In 1971 I bicycled across the U.S. from Boston to Bend, Ore. Our goal was to retrace the 3,000-mile trip in a minivan and add 5,000 more miles by driving from Austin to Boston, Boston to Bend, and Bend back to Austin by way of San Francisco. My goal was to compare America then and now, writing about off-the-beaten-track spots along the way.

Then the pandemic panned. We have rescheduled for 2021, which will be the 50th anniversary. Last month Susan and I tried out our sleep-and-eat-in-the-van approach: We drove to Detroit to visit her 95-year-old mother, and then yoyoed back to Austin. She’s still healthy and it all went well. The most interesting stop was Checotah, Okla. (population 3,335) The magazine column above is about steer wrestling and the town’s Civil War battlefield.

I didn’t have room, though, to more than mention Checotah’s other claim to fame: Carrie Underwood, age 37, winner of the 2005 American Idol contest. The Recording Industry Association of America says she’s the “fifth highest-certified female artist of all time.” Time in 2014 called her one of the 100 most influential people in the world. Checotah for her is not only hometown but the inspiration for one or her songs, “I Ain’t in Checotah Anymore.”

From that title you might think she’s negative about her hometown, but the song is ambivalent. She starts with Checotah’s location near the crossing of a U.S. highway and an interstate: “Where 69 meets 40 / There's a single-stoplight town.” Then she wryly compares big and little: “My hotel in Manhattan / Holds more people than our town / And what I just paid for dinner / Would be a down payment on a house … But I ain’t in Checotah anymore.”

She sums up the pluses of big: “In a world of long red carpets / The bright lights of Hollywood / All the paparazzi flashing / Could make a girl feel pretty good.” But she doesn’t ignore the downsides: “I'm in a world so wide / It makes me feel small sometimes / I miss the big blue skies.” Just about everyone who has some fame or notoriety—I wrote about Mark Twain once—feels the same.

So I want to write about big and little during our hoped-for trip next spring. Here’s the route we’ll be following, God willing, and if you live on or near one of these highways, drop me a line: Route 9 through Massachusetts, U.S. 20 through upstate New York, Highway 3 across Ontario, State 21 and 57 through Michigan, ferry across Lake Michigan, U.S. 16 across Wisconsin, U.S. 14 through Minnesota and South Dakota, U.S. 212 and Interstate 90 across Montana, U.S. 12 through Idaho and a corner of Washington, Interstate 80 and U.S. 97 in Oregon.


Marvin Olasky

Marvin is the former editor in chief of WORLD, having retired in January 2022, and former dean of World Journalism Institute. He joined WORLD in 1992 and has been a university professor and provost. He has written more than 20 books, including Reforming Journalism.

@MarvinOlasky

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