Last week was our annual County Fair and we took the kids to the rodeo. They love this stuff. I love this stuff. What is it about the rodeo that draws such a crowd?
I mean, honestly, it’s a bunch of guys getting onto an angry 2,000 lb animal and holding on for dear life hoping to stay on for 8 second so that he can get paid and support his family.
Except there is something heroic about it. Something primal about conquering a raging bull that keeps my eyes glued to the arena. And of course, I’ve always been a big fan of cowboys. I married one! Be still my heart!
This was our apprentice Eric‘s first time to the Rodeo. “This ain’t my first rodeo.”
And here are pictures of my kids having their share of fun.
Unfortunately, no rodeo is complete without blood. This photo was taken just a second before the cowboy fell off the bull and was trampled into the dust left unconscious. He was immediately taken to the hospital and while I don’t know the outcome of his story, he did wave his hand as he left the field.
I’ll leave you with the song that goes through my head at Rodeos – Garth Brooks!