My dad was hired as a doctor at a rodeo event when I was a kid. I had never been to a rodeo before, and we weren't really around that kind of "yeehaw" life, so I didn't know what to expect.

I remember being pretty shocked at the treatment of the animals, and being confused by the large number of absolute rednecks who were cheering and applauding for what was essentially just a big cowboy jerk-off session.

Towards the end of the event, a rodeo-ists/rider/cowboy/whatever came out on a particularly wild horse who was bucking like crazy and trying to get the yokel-cosplayer the fuck off of his back. As the cowboy fell off the horse, he got his foot stuck in one of the stirrups while the horse started to gallop away. So he's hanging off the side of the horse, nearly touching the ground, as the horse runs alongside the fence.

I still remember the sound of the cowboy's face repeatedly pinging off every single post in the fence for probably 30-50 ft until he finally fell free of the stirrup and lay there unconscious. The crowd was stunned in silence and concern, while I felt some sort of justice had been done. Good horsey.

My first and last rodeo.