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On Sun­day I went along to the Kim­bolton ‘Back­yard Bullride’ rodeo.

The pro­mot­ers had billed it as ‘a spec­ta­cle not to be missed’.

In­stead, what I saw was noth­ing but shame­ful.

As the bull and rider are be­ing pre­pared for re­lease, spec­ta­tors can hear the an­i­mal bel­low from the pen. It’s clear why.

From the stands, you can make out the cow­boy-hat wear­ing men force­fully tight­en­ing a rope around the bull’s torso. The bull is be­ing worked up into a state of ag­i­ta­tion and panic, so that upon re­lease, it is des­per­ately try­ing to shod it­self of the source of pain to its ab­domen.

The crowd is asked to take plea­sure in watch­ing the bull suf­fer. We live in a beau­ti­ful coun­try where you can do pretty much any­thing you like for recre­ation.

So why on earth it’s nec­es­sary to seek en­ter­tain­ment in goad­ing and tor­ment­ing a harm­less an­i­mal is beyond com­pre­hen­sion.

Pete Famil­ton, Palmer­ston North

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