Answer: Just one, if he’s prepared.
It’s a newspaper, people. Sheesh.
I saw just close all the gates and let one bull out of the chute!
Taser, huh? Not very sporting, if you ask me.
This gives me an idea for a new event: Greased Streaker Catching.
When I was a young kid in the 70’s when streaking was all the rage, male streakers practiced the craft at various rodeo’s in which my dad was judging or competing. On at least two occasions I remember someone roping the streaker and dragging him around the arena. On of them, IIRC, was injured pretty badly. The lesson I learned?
Wyoming is not particularly streaker friendly.
All the cops in the world cannot catch this Naked Wonder, if he is a Saint.