This post is more than a week late, but may be entertaining anyway.
Last weekend we traveled to Broadus, Montana for a roughstock rodeo. Our buddy Clint went to fight bulls (read: rodeo clown) and we came along to watch (and pick up any left-over pieces).
I don't have any actual photos of this weekend. Here is a photo of how every rodeo begins. Here's one of Kane, the proud son of Clint. What it looks like when someone rides a steer, and when someone is about to fall off.
And then there's this photo, gratuitous that it is, that I took for all my single friends...