Rodeo cowboys getting drunk and picking up women is an interesting scene.
It doesn't look like it takes much effort. They just stand there in the same clothes they competed in hours earlier, sometimes with the dirt still on their jeans and boots, with their competition flags pinned to their backs. The groups of women just kind of move toward them and stay.
Last year, a guy who was competing in tie-down roping told us, "Rodeo is a rock star kind of deal," and you can see that play out at The Hideout.
The place isn't really a traditional happy hour, because it's only around for a few weeks a year, but these rodeo weeks are about the only chance you'll have to drink with this crowd.
And maybe you don't want to, because after one or three trips to the rodeo, it all can start to seem a little sterile.
The Hideout changes that. Closer to the end of the night, this is the one place where you can see those old men from the Calf Scramble and Poultry Auction committees finally letting loose.
And there's the music. On Tuesday night, the crowd seemed as entertained by Honky Tonk Heroes -- to us it was more entertaining -- as listening to Darius Rucker play David Allan Coe and old Hootie and the Blowfish songs.
Drink prices are a strike against The Hideout's happy hour potential. Everything is $5, and if you order liquor, don't expect it to be stiff. But, compared to other places at the rodeo, where it's hard to find anything to drink cheaper than $7.50, The Hideout is almost a bargain.
If you're at the rodeo, chances are you're spending cash on stuff you don't need anyway, so we suggest you swing by The Hideout -- it opens at six -- have a least a couple beers and see the other side of the rodeo.
The last thing we saw on Tuesday was two blonde women, possibly extremely drunk, dancing on, falling on and groping each other as men in cowboy hats pointed camera phones at them and laughed.