On Rodeo Bulls and Flyfishing

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Having just returned from the "Daddy of them All," the Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo, I was struck by the following:

Exiting the PBR event, I noticed a small bunch of Angus and Herefords on a street corner with a sign that read "LET-P... Livestock for the Ethical Treatment of People." (If you've watched Professional Bull Riding up close, that makes sense.)

When an apparel company owns flyfishing the way Wrangler jeans owns rodeo, then I'll be impressed.

We should name flies after rodeo bulls... tough, gritty names like "Brass Knuckles," "Bounty Hunter," "Born to Boogie," and "Bad Breath." My personal favorite is "Liquid Kitty." I'm gonna cheer for Liquid Kitty from now on, and when I invent that killer fly, I'm calling it the Liquid Kitty.

There is a pro bull rider named Ryan Dirteater, I kid you not. Now that is supreme confidence. I'm thinking of changing my name to Kirk Waterflogger.

Pretty women in chaps v. pretty women in Gore-Tex waders. To me, still a toss-up.
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I don't want to be a fish pundit anymore. I want to be a "fish-fighter." Like those guys who save the cowboys from getting stomped on after they get thrown off the bulls. They call them bullfighters. And they get right up in the faces of those ticked off bulls and tease them. I think I could do that with trout. You're fighting the fish, it gets off, and I'll run out there in the middle of the run and wave my hand over the water, just to be sure the trout swims away from you.

I will say this, those rodeo cowboys are dirt tough, and it's really worth checking out a rodeo event sometime when you get the chance. Great fans.

Deeter

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