The Miles City Bucking Horse Sale is a major auction of rodeo stock held the third weekend every May in Miles City, Montana and the premier social event for the community. Accompanied by a parade, a horse racing meet, a bull riding rodeo and a number of social activities, it attracts rodeo stock contractors from the United States and Canada who are looking for saddle bronc, bareback bronc and bucking bull prospects.
Horses consigned to the sale are not "wild" horses or Mustangs which, under the Wild and Free-Roaming Horses and Burros Act of 1971, cannot be sold. Rather, consignments are horses selectively bred as bucking stock, excess or unsalable young horses from large ranches, and spoiled riding horses that have become particularly adept at bucking off riders. Likewise, most consigned bulls are bred specifically as bucking stock.
The Miles City Bucking Horse Sale was also the theme of a novelty country western song by Montana writer Greg Keeler, on the album Songs of Fishing, Sheep and Guns in Montana. The sale is held annually, regardless of weather.
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