How it all began
Some kids grow up wanting to be a firefighter, doctor, or police officer; but not for Burnsville, NC cowboy, Garrett "Cowpaty" Wilson. I grown up always knowing that I wanted to be a rodeo clown and entertain audiences.
Growing up in a rodeo family, my dad competed in rodeo in his younger days competing in the bareback riding. By the time I was born he had hung it up and while I was growing up we would attend rodeo as spectators usually at the annual rodeos held at Western North Carolina Agricultural Center. At a young age I began drawing interest into the rodeo clown and listening to the jokes they would tell and watching the comedy acts they would perform. When I returned home from the rodeo I would start imitating the things that I saw the rodeo clown do.
In 2004, things turned for the worse. I had a four-wheeler wreck, I overturned my 4-wheeler with it landing on me. I was immediately airlifted to the nearest hospital, Mission Hospital in Asheville, NC. Where I was immediately put on life support, where I remained for 13 days and still remained in ICU and in a coma until I was transported to Charlotte Health & Rehabilitation Center in Charlotte, NC on October 15th where I started receiving physical, speech, and occupational therapy and I slowly started returning to my old self again, I started relearning to walk, talk, and eat again. I was then released from the hospital on December 1, 2004 and returned home.
The following month after my return home my dad and I went to the annual rodeo at the Western North Carolina Agricultural Center, a yearly tradition for us. There I seen the performance of a well-known, professional rodeo clown by the name of Bert Davis and his feature acts that consisted of rescued dogs that he trained specifically for his two acts that he used his dogs in, "Garbageman Nightmare" and "Muttley Crew". After returning home that night my desire to become a rodeo clown started. I started pretending that I was a bullfighter in my pasture "bullfighting" my goats and I got a plastic barrel in my yard pretending that I was a rodeo clown inside the barrel. My dad and I then put me a rodeo clown costume together that consisted of a pair of red jogging pants; a worn out red, white, and blue western shirt, and a black cowboy hat. So, I started pretending and practicing that I was a rodeo clown. After many years following my desire to become a rodeo clown was still there. So, I reached out to a rodeo about becoming the rodeo clown at their rodeos.
Then in 2010, I got offered the position of the rodeo clown at a bi-weekly small amateur rodeo in my hometown of Burnsville, NC where I still am to this today. In the years following I started getting more and more phone calls to work rodeos for different producers and stock contractors in the region. Now I'm working rodeos up and down the East Coast and all throughout the Southeast for some of the most well-known rodeo producers and stock contractors in the world of professional rodeo through the Southern Rodeo Association (SRA), Southern Extreme Bull Riding Association (SEBRA), and International Professional Rodeo Association (IPRA).
That is the beginning of Cowpaty the Rodeo Clown to the present!
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