This year’s ‘feature bull’ is Rocksalt – one tough lookin’ brahman. You’d need Kevlar teeth to eat a steak sandwich made from this beast. He exploded out of the gate and threw the rider in about 1 second. The cowboy didn’t have a chance, eating dust then running for cover as the 2 rodeo clowns tried to coax Rocksalt into the pen. The bull wasn’t having any of it. He turned quickly from left to right with a ‘come on, I’ll have ya’ expression in his eyes. The clowns eventually got him back to his trailer for a rubdown and cocktails.
ROCKSALT
The XXXX Angels, Noonamah Rodeo
We should have had a loud breakfast, eating loud food and talking about loud things loudly next to the guy asleep on the lounge at the backpackers. The poor chap must have been all tuckered out after talking at the top of his voice till 5am. It didn’t bother me too much; I was only woken up every 4 minutes!! There was so much mess on the tables around the BBQ, there was not space enough to stub out a cigarette. Come to think of it, there wasn’t any cigarettes left in the world anyway – they were all jammed into the leftover food. The carnage attracted a certain type of fly – most had tattoos, eye-patches and tiny leather vests with ‘eat shit’ sewn on the back.
We decided to spend our last night in Darwin in swags on the truck at Noonamah.
After rodeo night 2 the band played and the bar stayed open till 1am. It wasn’t raining and nobody sprayed beer on my camera but this was captured at the height of crowd excitement.
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