By Megan Johnson, Chatham County posted April 6th, 2009
My first pair of boots - Frye Boots. Delivered on my doorstep in a neatly packed brown box. As I approached my stoop I could hear the anxious boots dancing their way out to my feet! I hurridly ripped open the neatly packaged brown box and strapped the boots on one foot at a time. My very first pair of cowboy boots - and they places they’ve traveled: Walnut Creek to hear Kenny, Alan, George, and Martina; to school where my students admire my style; State Football Games; the grocery store; in summer and winter, with a dress or with jeans, shorts or a skirt; my brother’s minor league baseball games; spring training; and…the goat shows.
Yes, I wore my $350 brand new Frye boots to the NC State Fair Goat Show. My first Goat Show, State Fair 2007. I won first place and Best in Show with my lovely Boer Goat Rose. I owe it all to my cowboy boots. I didn’t grow up on a farm, I grew up in town. I didn’t grow up around animals, not even a pet dog. I grew up playing tennis at the country club, and watching my brother play ball - and still do. I grew up prim and proper, never wore a pair of wranglers or boots - till the Goat Show. “Where’d you find her”, they asked. “She’s a natural!” “Bring her back!” I did, go back that is, to the 2008 NC State Fair Goat Show - in my not so new cowboy boots. By then, the leather on the bottom was coming off and the smell of goat - well, stuff - kicked up every once in a while. Rose didn’t do as well this year, maybe she was worn out like my boots. But, I owe my confidence in the ring and my new nickname, “Goat Girl” to my brand new Frye Boots!
