There’s an event at the rodeo called Mutton Bustin’ in which a metal gate swings open and an armored toddler is immediately thrown off the back of a crazed sheep. In some cases, the small child is already laying catatonic on the ground by the time the gate opens, but the real champions among them hold on for two to three seconds before winding up face down in the dirt like their peers – in either case, the audience shrieks with delight as the inert lump is carried out of the arena by a cowboy. This was effectively the halftime show of my first rodeo, one of the wildest spectacles I’ve ever witnessed, which also included the maiming of a young cowboy named Wyatt. But before I dive into my night in small-town northern Utah, some more updates since Dorothy and I emerged from the desert:
Dispatch 3: This is my first rodeo
Dispatch 3: This is my first rodeo
Dispatch 3: This is my first rodeo
There’s an event at the rodeo called Mutton Bustin’ in which a metal gate swings open and an armored toddler is immediately thrown off the back of a crazed sheep. In some cases, the small child is already laying catatonic on the ground by the time the gate opens, but the real champions among them hold on for two to three seconds before winding up face down in the dirt like their peers – in either case, the audience shrieks with delight as the inert lump is carried out of the arena by a cowboy. This was effectively the halftime show of my first rodeo, one of the wildest spectacles I’ve ever witnessed, which also included the maiming of a young cowboy named Wyatt. But before I dive into my night in small-town northern Utah, some more updates since Dorothy and I emerged from the desert: