The next day I went to the Rodeo with Courtney and her dad. My first rodeo ever! And I’m going to be honest here: kind of boring. I mean, yes, it was very exciting through the first set of bucking broncos and cattle wresting and bull riding. But eventually it’s just the same, over and over – horse, horse, calf, calf, ouch, ouch, daddy of them all, stuff it clown, no, seriously, STUFF IT clown, ouch, ouch, horse. Much like NASCAR, actually.
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| The stadium. The seats on the other side were over the chutes were the cowboys came out on the broncos and the bulls, but they were also facing the setting sun. The stands I sat in both times had shade the whole time. Suckers. |
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| The chute where the cowboys would come out to chase the calves, either for roping or wrestling. As I was told about half a dozen times each day by the announcer, most rodeos only give the calves a ten foot head start, but at CFD they get 30 feet. Also, the calves are at least fifty pounds heavier than normal. At a certain point I was just amazed they didn't trip the horses on the way out. |
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| The chutes on the other side where the bucking broncos and bulls were kept and released. |
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| Wheee! |
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| It's funny how still photography can either make bull riding look entirely badass or really fucking lame. Here, it looks like the bull is stretching like a cat while getting a nice massage from the guy on top. |
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| You're doing it wrong. |
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| Tom Morrow gets introduced and not one person even blinks. Tom Morrow! It's a bad pun, not a real name! |
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