I met my husband at a rodeo. The most amazing rodeo ever that happens to take place in Miles City, Montana. Ten years ago! It’s a little sad to think we haven’t been to another one since. Until Saturday.
I wore my pointy toe cowboy boots. Jake urged me to buy these babies shortly after we moved to Lexington. That was during my high “I’m gonna be a bonafide country girl!” phase that quickly turned to cow pie after I realized that lifestyle entailed a lot of grueling manual labor. I ended up shelving the boots for about five years. Besides, I’m more of a rounded toe cowboy boot fan. The pointy toe is so….snazzy? But I pulled them out very recently once it dawned on me they look pretty great with leggings and a chunky sweater.
There he is — pretending to enjoy himself and sit calmly while other alpha dudes tried to hang on for the grueling 8 seconds. But age and wisdom are incompatible with bull riding. It’s a young man’s sport….a young man who doesn’t have much to lose other than, say, use of his limbs.
Here is the event’s only female bull rider. I had never seen a female bull rider before. She got tossed just like the rest of them, but I was still very impressed by her cajones and her model good looks. This gal is every cowboy’s dream.