This weekend was our annual community rodeo. Hometown guys and gals doing what they do for fun, but it’s serious business. The roughstock riding has always been my favorite part of the rodeo. Probably because most of it happens first, before I get sidetracked visiting. That’s an awful admission, isn’t it?!
The grand entry and presentation of the flags is always moving. No one wants to be caught teary-eyed but I’m sure I’m not the only person who always finds themselves wiping away goosebumps and blinking back tears of pride and gratitude when the colors are posted.
I love the expressions on the faces of both the cowboys and the horses during the wild bronc riding:
Check out this cowboy - he’s working it! I love the solemn expression of the guy on the fence on the left too…
Unfortunately, most of the rides end similarly:
