We got married late one night in Reno, and we've had the best of luck ever since.
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If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…
...you better get used to dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. There will be dirt on your floors, tracked in by cowboy boots and blown through invisible cracks in the seals around your windows and doors. Dirt will be caked onto his jeans heaped in the laundry room, and large quantities will be washed down … Continue reading If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…
So you wanna marry a buckaroo?
So, you found a man who can start a colt, And ride and rope and shoe. He packs a roll of tape in the pickup, And always carries a can of chew. You like the way he shapes his hat, And his horse is always bridled up nice. If he ever asked you out on … Continue reading So you wanna marry a buckaroo?
Wrangle Girls
On most ranches, wrangling the cavvy is a chore. Cowboys can earn more wrangle duties by having a messy stall, being late to the barn in the morning, or losing a game of "Out" on the roping dummy. When I worked for the Van Norman ranch, wrangling could take the better part of an hour; … Continue reading Wrangle Girls
Cowboy Dictionary: An Illustrated Index
In ranching, we use many words and phrases that might confuse someone who doesn't begin a day's work by catching a horse in the dark. Here's a basic dictionary of common cowboy terms. Horse (n): A horse is a beast of burden, tool of the trade, partner and buddy all in one four-hoofed package. A … Continue reading Cowboy Dictionary: An Illustrated Index
10 Signs You Might be Married to a Buckaroo
He grows a handlebar mustache...sometimes. He uses a reata in the branding pen....sometimes. He rides a swell-fork saddle and team ropes in town, but with mulehide on his horn. He sports a government handle haircut but listens to classic rock. Is your man a buckaroo? Here are ten clues.1) He has never seen the ocean.2) … Continue reading 10 Signs You Might be Married to a Buckaroo
Living in the moment, no batteries necessary
I took Grace out to the corner of the Airport Field where the cowboy crew was branding calves out of a rodear* the other day. I threw my camera and extra batteries in the diaper bag, but once I got there I decided to not take it out. I wanted to just be in the … Continue reading Living in the moment, no batteries necessary
