Written by Noah Keur

With his leather glove jammed into the bareback rig, West Mitchell sits atop a 2000-pound bronc—his heart pounding waiting for the gate to swing open. After some clicks over the loud-speaker—and five shots of Crown Royal Canadian Whiskey—another cowboy pulls the rope attached to the barrier, releasing the horse to do what he’s been trained to for years.

It’s going to be a long eight seconds.