LoboGunLeather
US Veteran
Wildenout's thread on fedoras reminded me of a great old joke.
Old southern Colorado cowboy has urgent business to attend to in New York City. So he drives his pick-up to Denver International Airport, catches his flight, and arrives at La Guardia Field. Leaving the terminal he finds what they call a "taxi stand" where cabs line up for fares. Walks over toward the taxi stand and the first cab driver in line jumps out staring at him.
"Where in the world are you from?" asks the cabbie.
Cowboy replies, "Well, I'm from southern Colorado, boy".
Cabbie: "What do you call that thing on your head?"
Cowboy: "Why, that's a Stetson hat, boy. Fine piece of equipment, keeps my head cool in the summer and warm in the winter, keeps the sun outa my eyes and the snow off the back of my neck. You oughta try one, son, you might just like it".
Cabbie: "Uh huh. So what's that thing on your belt?", pointing to the pie-plate belt buckle worn by the Cowboy.
Cowboy: "Well, sir, that is a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association award buckle, All Around Cowboy 1966".
Cabbie: "Uh huh. And what are those things on your legs?"
Cowboy: "Son, them are chaps. Genuine leather, custom made and hand-tooled for me. It's the only thing that keeps your legs from gettin' ripped to shreds when you're riding your horse up in the high country in Colorado".
Cabbie: "OK, but what are those things on your feet?"
Old Cowboy chuckles a bit, then replies: "Son, them are tennis shoes. I didn't want to come all the way out here to the big city and have all you old boys thinkin' I was a truck driver".
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CAUTION: This story is NOT TO BE TOLD IN TRUCK STOPS!
Old southern Colorado cowboy has urgent business to attend to in New York City. So he drives his pick-up to Denver International Airport, catches his flight, and arrives at La Guardia Field. Leaving the terminal he finds what they call a "taxi stand" where cabs line up for fares. Walks over toward the taxi stand and the first cab driver in line jumps out staring at him.
"Where in the world are you from?" asks the cabbie.
Cowboy replies, "Well, I'm from southern Colorado, boy".
Cabbie: "What do you call that thing on your head?"
Cowboy: "Why, that's a Stetson hat, boy. Fine piece of equipment, keeps my head cool in the summer and warm in the winter, keeps the sun outa my eyes and the snow off the back of my neck. You oughta try one, son, you might just like it".
Cabbie: "Uh huh. So what's that thing on your belt?", pointing to the pie-plate belt buckle worn by the Cowboy.
Cowboy: "Well, sir, that is a Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association award buckle, All Around Cowboy 1966".
Cabbie: "Uh huh. And what are those things on your legs?"
Cowboy: "Son, them are chaps. Genuine leather, custom made and hand-tooled for me. It's the only thing that keeps your legs from gettin' ripped to shreds when you're riding your horse up in the high country in Colorado".
Cabbie: "OK, but what are those things on your feet?"
Old Cowboy chuckles a bit, then replies: "Son, them are tennis shoes. I didn't want to come all the way out here to the big city and have all you old boys thinkin' I was a truck driver".
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CAUTION: This story is NOT TO BE TOLD IN TRUCK STOPS!
I'm not wearing chaps, spurs, or a PRCA buckle, and my Stetsons are Resistols, and they're at home hanging on the bed post. I'm wearing a ball cap. I'm also wearing Wranglers, because I don't want anyone to think I'm a Yankee trucker.
