This is a continuation of my first post about Dad, Joel, Jacob, and my trip to the Professional Bull Rider’s Challenge.
Click HERE for part 1.
We were there until after dark. Here the sun had just started going down.
Picture # 227 of why I would never want to be a professional bull rider.
You would have to be just slightly insane to actually WANT to be a rodeo clown.
I think this was about halfway through the show.
“All it takes is faith and trust, and a little bit of Pixie Dust!”
“I think I’m going to wet myself.”
Would you like some green eggs with that ham?
Carly, a coworker from my days at Fareway was also there, just a few rows away.
These guys could have easily dressed up as clowns for this. They were NOT professionals. These were all people from the audience. They formed teams and were supposed to corner, saddle, and ride a cow. Whoever rode across a line in the dirt first won. Witness here their insanity.
Apparently he didn’t want to let go… You couldn’t pay me enough to try something so stupid! :p
A couple times they launched a whole bunch of T-Shirts into the crowd. You’d think they were launching bricks of gold the way the crowd reacted to this…
The look on the bullfighter’s face here just cracks me up.
This picture looked really interesting to me. It was so blurry, but around the bull’s eye was focused.
After the show, the staff all lined up in the arena. The bullfighter’s were probably all off nursing their wounds, and calling their chiropractors. :p
I tried to get some shots of the cattle afterwards, but the lighting was terrible. It was after dark, and the only light was coming from the arena floodlights, so these were not the greatest.
I have a couple more themed posts to come. They should be up in a day or two.