The midway was better. You could just shoot stuff that looked cool. Same with the all the merchandise stuff in the Big Four. I shot a bunch of agriculture stuff, too, because that's what interested me the most. But the editors, not so much. Never understood that. Unless you could find a kid spraying water in a horse’s mouth or sleeping in the straw beside a steer, they just wouldn’t run agriculture stuff.
The curse of city life, I guess. Thank God I’m a country boy.
None of that, though, truly detracted from the fun of being at the Stampede.
The push of the crowd, the constant roar of sound coming from the barkers and game-booth hawkers, the smell of the oak and hickory smokers and deep-fried everything, the rattle and clang and flashing lights of the rides, all of it so typically Stampede.