11th of March, 2017
I googled this event the night before, and on the day I picked up a mate, and we headed off to Queanbeyan. With absolutely no expectations and no preparation, we found ourselves in awe of the spectacle.
I could not get enough of the dust, the mud and the horse shit, but the best thing about it was the people. There are very few places where machismo is free from the crap often associated with it, but here it was. These guys were the real thing. Real tough guys, with the only bullshit smeared on their shoes.