It's been quite a while since I've went out to shoot for myself. So when my good friend, Michael Schuhmann, asked me to join him on his annual pilgrimage to the Arcadia Rodeo, I was in like a tic on a pig's rear. So tooled with my new X-E1 and a small prayer not to be injured by a two ton bull, I jumped in the paddock and let it all happen. Are you kidding me? I've shot everything from professional football to hockey, baseball, and even polo and have yet to witness anything quite like this. There's no "boy" in these cowboys. As tough as it gets is all I can say. It's not if they get injured, it's when and how bad. From broken femurs to blown knees to crushed cheek bones, every rider I saw today was aided by a some type of medical device. They travel thousand of miles at a time for an 8 second shot at the title. How's that for doing something you love. This world needs more cowboys. This world needs more men doing what they love.