We went camping with the cowboys and kids at Dry Creek. Nobody got snake bit or heat stroke, so we're counting it a success.
In articles about the differences in clothing and gear used by cowboys in different regions, the buckaroo is usually portrayed as a caricature from the 1980s. Modern-day buckaroos no longer wear snap-brim hats and thrift-store coats unless they find a wicked good deal on a Cabela's cast off. Tub Blanthorn (left) is indisputably one of... Continue Reading →
If you think you need a lunch break, you shouldn't be a cowboy. If you think all the bad horses have already been ridden, you shouldn't be a cowboy. If you think 50 miles of dirt road followed by 107 miles of pavement is too far to (ask your wife to) drive for groceries, you... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
That tall, handsome, hand-holding, rope-twirling, bronco-twister charmed you out of your pants and into a wedding dress. Then he plunked you down boots-first 10 miles past BFE and kissed you good day as he headed to the barn to catch his horse and go to to work. What do you do now? Following these 10... Continue Reading →
Are you physically, mentally and emotionally equipped to be a woman living on a remote ranch? Men, if you score too highly on this, we may be suspicious - and hit you up for advice. 1) If you run out of milk while fixing biscuits for dinner, do you: a) Pull on your muck boots,... Continue Reading →