Becky Can­niz­zaro

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Num­ber and End I’m a 5 heeler.

Louisiana Rop­ings

We can go to a roping ev­ery week­end. We don’t have the lit­tle jack­pot rop­ings dur­ing the week. When you get east of the Mis­sis­sippi, you’re deal­ing with the blue col­lar peo­ple that work eight to 10 hours a day, Mon­day through Fri­day, and they’re off ev­ery other week­end, so they don’t go to rop­ings dur­ing the week. And they have to pick and choose where they go on the week­ends. But if the horses are sound, we’re go­ing ev­ery week­end.

Fa­vorite Roping

They’re kind of all my fa­vorite be­cause I love to rope. If I miss, some­times I start laugh­ing and smil­ing, and you know, I’m not lay­ing in a hospi­tal bed dy­ing of can­cer and I’m able to work ev­ery day to pro­vide for my fam­ily, and to go up and down the road and do what we love to do.

For the Love of TR

It’s an ad­dic­tion. I’ve al­ways been just ob­sessed with it and the horses. When all the kids were par­ty­ing and go­ing out and get­ting drunk all through high school and high school rodeo, I didn’t do that. I didn’t care. I wanted to rope.


I never try to take my eyes off that steer. My big­gest pet peeve as a heeler is if you don’t get a start and help your header, it never sets your run up cor­rectly. And so many of ’em will sit there and let the steer get to the right fence. You can’t do that. Learn how to get out. When that gate cracks, when that steer’s head drops, my horse, Bucky, reads the cow. He’s leav­ing. And I will not track a steer across the pen. Ev­ery horse I ride stays high and tight, and when that steer bends his head, my horse is squared up. And that’s where I rope.

Daddy's Girl

My dad, Bobby Kee­ble, roped. He died in Jan­uary, but one of the greatest last mem­o­ries of him is when we were roping. ‘Ol Booger (Bobby) Barter came to Florida and had a truck roping. In one of the ro­ta­tions, me and Daddy won the fast time and Booger gave us rope bags. To this day, I still carry that same rope bag. And it’s just a plain, black rope bag. No­body knows.

Pass­ing it On

I al­ways said I wanted to have that for my daugh­ter, Brandi Hines, and we had that at Ok­la­homa City in the All-Girl. We won the in­cen­tive at the Fi­nals. All we had to do was ba­si­cally stop the clock. And as soon as she roped, our steer just cut her horse off and she roped her front leg. I kept telling her, you know it’ll come to­gether. Don’t worry, it’ll come to­gether. We rope too good to­gether and Daddy al­ways said, just keep go­ing, it’ll hap­pen. Then, at the Pa­triot this year, we did wind up win­ning sec­ond, and it was won­der­ful.

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