Any Real Live Cowboys out there ?
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the ringo kid
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Bought a pair of Wellington style bull hide boots several years ago and they were the hardest,toughest,meanest boots I'ver ever had the misfortune to own. Tried breaking the boots in for a couple months until my feets couldn't take it anymore and gave them away to some other poor sucker.
Wellington, did someone say, Wellington? I love Wellington boots. They were well made, very tough and lasted almost forever. Sadly, cant find em anywhere in my area.
When I was a kid, the fellow next door had a couple of Palomino's of his own, and he stabled a couple of other horses for "town people." He came over one day and asked my mother if I could help him exercise them. COULD I? PLEASE!! PLEASE!!...Well, my mother said it was OK.
Man it was great. Except for one thing. I had to ride an "English" saddle. It was better than no saddle, but it was hard to feel like Roy Rogers on that. It was comfortable though.
Did that for several years. Just about every day, especially during the summer. I'd help him saddle them up and we'd ride for a couple of hours. We made plans over and over to trailer the horses up "north" and ride the Appalachian Trail from one end to the other. I didn't even know what the Appalachian Trail was, but somehow I knew it was never going to happen. It didn't of course. We got up one morning and the old fellow was gone. I heard he skipped out to Mexico ahead of the IRS, but rather that was true or not, I have no idea. It didn't matter. That was about the end of my horse riding.
Got thrown one time. I was riding a blankety-blank Shetland Pony, bareback, with just a rope through a halter. That jughead decided he was going to the barn and he took off. I didn't really get "thrown" so much as I just fell off, but either way that dirt came up fast.
The last time I sat a horse, was my uncle's big thoroughbred "Red." He told me when I got on, "You just have to tap him with that whip if you want him to run." Well, I'd never put a whip to a horse in my life. I wasn't going to do it this time. Well, Uncle was right. That horse would canter, but never could get him to a gallop.
That's when I just brushed him with that whip.
You know that scene in "Star Wars" when they made the jump to light speed? The first time I saw that scene, I knew I had seen it once before.
When I put the whip to "Red."
I thought I'd never get that horse whoaed up.
Man it was great. Except for one thing. I had to ride an "English" saddle. It was better than no saddle, but it was hard to feel like Roy Rogers on that. It was comfortable though.
Did that for several years. Just about every day, especially during the summer. I'd help him saddle them up and we'd ride for a couple of hours. We made plans over and over to trailer the horses up "north" and ride the Appalachian Trail from one end to the other. I didn't even know what the Appalachian Trail was, but somehow I knew it was never going to happen. It didn't of course. We got up one morning and the old fellow was gone. I heard he skipped out to Mexico ahead of the IRS, but rather that was true or not, I have no idea. It didn't matter. That was about the end of my horse riding.
Got thrown one time. I was riding a blankety-blank Shetland Pony, bareback, with just a rope through a halter. That jughead decided he was going to the barn and he took off. I didn't really get "thrown" so much as I just fell off, but either way that dirt came up fast.
The last time I sat a horse, was my uncle's big thoroughbred "Red." He told me when I got on, "You just have to tap him with that whip if you want him to run." Well, I'd never put a whip to a horse in my life. I wasn't going to do it this time. Well, Uncle was right. That horse would canter, but never could get him to a gallop.
That's when I just brushed him with that whip.
You know that scene in "Star Wars" when they made the jump to light speed? The first time I saw that scene, I knew I had seen it once before.
When I put the whip to "Red."
I thought I'd never get that horse whoaed up.
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What I need Lucy to splain to me is, WHY anyone in their right mind, would PLAY POKER SITTIN IN THE MIDDLE OF A BULL RING?!!!!!!!!?????!!!
Ed Fowler
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Once you get to know any animal they are predictable and honest, you just need to learn how to read them. Each is an individual just like people except people are more devious.
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Texmex, hahaha thanks for the chuckle today. Remdinded me of how my dad would tell me stuff like that as a kid and I'd believe it.My old daddy had a way of making up Biblical quotes and saying them to us kids. We all thought it was Gospel..... One was
"Trust not your *** unto a horse, for ye shall not be delivered."
This one was after a hunting trip somwhere in the Rockies. I never heard the whole story...
Yup, you get to the point where you can ride up on one and tell she ain't feeling good, and you can be in a corral with one, or messin' with her calf, and know exactly when she's gonna blow.
You see that head go up, ears come forward, her eyes bug out, and she shakes her head, you know sumthin' is gonna get busted and unless you can climb purty fast, it's liable to be you.
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Ed Fowler
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Iggy: sounds like you have been there! Never had a camera with me, but sure wish I had carried one like I do my pistol.
gtk
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not a cowboy, but.... rode bulls in jr college.. the bulls were not really rank, but they still bucked pretty hard. it was fun......for a while.. then i smartened up pretty quick though..
my cuz tried to make a living out of bull riding .. Let's say his name was Mike Thompson.. We used to call him "Mike Thom"... because that was all the announcer would get to say before he hit the ground
my cuz tried to make a living out of bull riding .. Let's say his name was Mike Thompson.. We used to call him "Mike Thom"... because that was all the announcer would get to say before he hit the ground
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I've skint a few mules in my younger days,
rode a few snaky broncs,
been skint up purty good my ownself too.
Most were out in the open, where if ya bucked off ya'd have a right smart walk back to the starting point,
you don't get to pass go and collect two hundred dollars neither.
When my son want'd to Cowboy for a livin...I told 'Cowboy'
was a verb, not an noun. It's what you do the counts.
He wanted to be a bronc rider and did a right smart job at it.
Ya see, saddle bronc riders buck out before the bulls and a
feller can wear starched shirts and wrangler and still look
purty fresh whilst going to the pay window, if'n they ride em pruty.
I never was salty enough to ride bulls,
be I've been hook'd by a few and
I got this built in dislike for ER visits.
Well, jest swing a big loop and tie on hard....
When you pull your slack, you'll have it, or it'll have you!!!
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rode a few snaky broncs,
been skint up purty good my ownself too.
Most were out in the open, where if ya bucked off ya'd have a right smart walk back to the starting point,
you don't get to pass go and collect two hundred dollars neither.
When my son want'd to Cowboy for a livin...I told 'Cowboy'
was a verb, not an noun. It's what you do the counts.
He wanted to be a bronc rider and did a right smart job at it.
Ya see, saddle bronc riders buck out before the bulls and a
feller can wear starched shirts and wrangler and still look
purty fresh whilst going to the pay window, if'n they ride em pruty.
I never was salty enough to ride bulls,
be I've been hook'd by a few and
I got this built in dislike for ER visits.
Well, jest swing a big loop and tie on hard....
When you pull your slack, you'll have it, or it'll have you!!!
.
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reddogge
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Couple of old cowboy photos. This one from 1870s to 1880s.
This guy looks the part too.
This guy looks the part too.
