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Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Topic Author's Original Post - Aug 26, 2010 - 07:52pm PT
There use to be a time when the climbers had long hair and were hassled by the local cowboys.

Bill St Jean one time, while sitting in a restaurant in Pinedale Wy, was hauled out and given a proper haircut by the locals.

But times have changed and now it is often difficult to tell the difference between a cowboy and a climber. This might help clarify that cultural blending, then again it may not.

Charlie D.

Trad climber
Western Slope, Tahoe Sierra
Aug 26, 2010 - 08:11pm PT
Another way to look at it, being a man is a full time job!

Social climber
Aug 26, 2010 - 08:17pm PT
While I have spent my share of days at work in the saddle, laboring as a farriar, bucking bales and breaking the honery horse and mule, some of my friends and clients bestowed upon me the title of 'honorary lesbian.'

Now I understand better.... Live and learn.

Aug 26, 2010 - 10:09pm PT
Dats funny as fuk.
Peter Haan

Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
Aug 26, 2010 - 10:28pm PT
Good one Guid. Thanks.

Aug 26, 2010 - 11:28pm PT
A truly superior contribution, Guido! I played it twice.

Trad climber
The state of confusion
Aug 26, 2010 - 11:44pm PT

VA VA VOOM! Guido!!!!

Gym climber
Boise, I dee Hoe
Aug 27, 2010 - 12:44am PT
Brokeback is all I need to know about cowboys.

Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
Aug 27, 2010 - 01:54am PT
Good laugh. Thanks, dude.

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Aug 27, 2010 - 02:09am PT
Just back from Pinedale and boy has it changed since 1968! You can even
get an espresso with your haircut these days!

The mountains are still good...

Credit: Reilly
BLT&P Sandwich

Social climber
Aug 27, 2010 - 02:31am PT

That's an insult to the cowboy.

Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
Aug 27, 2010 - 04:13am PT
Ahh hell pardner, I guess I don't rightly know!

Credit: survival

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Aug 27, 2010 - 07:16am PT
OK. I finally understand now.

When I was hitchhiking outside of Jackson Hole with ice axe and crampons tied to the outside of my backpack, the local cowboys threw empty beer cans at me because they thought I was a lesbian???

All this time I thought they just didn't like climbers.
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Aug 27, 2010 - 10:57am PT
Especially lesbian climbers...honorary third strike called! LOL

Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
Aug 27, 2010 - 12:37pm PT
Ice axe and 'pons on your pack west of Pheonix??

Sounds like posing bro.

Trad climber
Lander, WY
Aug 27, 2010 - 01:29pm PT
Thanks for that's great.
Cowboys aren't all that bad, well, most of the time. I hitched from Jackson Hole to Rock Springs in 1979 and had the ice tools on the outside of the pack. I had pretty long hair at the time and this cowboy with Texas plates on his truck stops and loooooks and asks "are you one o them Califurnia hippies?' and I said "well I'm from California." So he gives me a ride to Pinedale and I fill him in on the climbing thing. He thought it all sounded pretty cool. He was looking for ranch work and we stopped in Pinedale where he takes me into this bar and buys me a drink while he's asking around for work. Most of the 'boys' in there are looking at me like I need haircut very badly, but he just told them "ah, just leave him alone, he's all right, he's a climber." We stopped in all those little places and went into bars, so by the time we got to Rock Springs, I was pretty well three sheets to the wind. He let me off at the bus station and I fell asleep on the way to Denver.
I have run across a few cowboys that sort of had an inflated view of their personal worth, like they were better than the rest of us poor slobs that didn't kill themselves bench-pressing cattle around, or whatever it is they do out there. Having worked on a ranch in Crowheart one winter removing the rocks from a pasture for a good friend of mine who happens to be a cowboy, watching the light and clouds and the snow move across the land, I can understand why they get so emotional about their way of life. It's pretty powerful stuff and if you were out there 24/7, you'd probably get an attitude. Like any group of people, some of them are real fine individuals and others are ignorant shits. You just hope you don't run across the ignorant shits in your travels.

Big Wall climber
A Token of My Extreme
Aug 27, 2010 - 01:33pm PT
You try hitch hiking alone with an 80 lb pack AND a haulbag full of gear.

Gee Sam, I've never hitched it on my thumb anywhere with a sh*tload of gear before....what's it like?

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Aug 27, 2010 - 01:52pm PT
Me too. I climbed in Eldorado, the Grand Teton, and Mt Ranier on that trip. And I didn't look like a hippie in those days either. So either it was the backpack, or the climbing gear, or we're back to the lesbian theory again!
corniss chopper

Mountain climber
san jose, ca
Aug 27, 2010 - 04:29pm PT
some interesting pics here


Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Aug 27, 2010 - 05:28pm PT
Actually some of my ancestors were the real thing.

My great great grandfather Andrew Jackson Potter and his son Jack Potter are written up in Traildrivers of Texas and the Handbook of Texas history online. Jack Potter also wrote many short stories about riding the trail.

My own paternal grandfather used to catch and break wild mustangs in Colorado for extra money. He didn't run them down with helicopters either!

Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Topic Author's Reply - Aug 27, 2010 - 05:59pm PT
Tony Jesson, aka the "wretch" was one of Chouniard early climbing friends, had a rather unnerving experience while hitchhiking to Jackson Hole from Cal back in the early 60s.

Long hair, full beard and all the usual traveling paraphernalia on his back he is standing outside Winnemucca, (I think it was there, could have been Wendover?) with his thumb out trying to catch a ride. Now, Tony is a big guy and can easily take care of himself in most situations.

Some of the local boys arrive, pour gasoline on him and in an attempt at involuntary immolation, try to ignite the scene. A trucker pulls up, yells for tony to get his ass in mui pronto and they speed off.

In 1966 I was driving back to Cal in one of my infamous Rowellmobiles and outside Winnemucca, the fan blade disintegrated and smashed thru the radiator. In the middle of friggin nowhere these two "older" cowgirls arrive in an old Ford pickup. Shotgun across the lap: "Sonny you look like you need some help, can we give you a ride?"

Spent three days in lovely Winnemucca, borrowing tools, begging for parts, sleeping in the car and finally extricated myself in time to just make it over Tioga before the pass closed for the year. My hair was pretty long back then, so perhaps there was a shortage of gasoline?

The scene in the "Worlds Fastest Indian," where Burt's car breaks down and he ends up staying with that grand old cowgirl brought back fond memories of the past.


Trad climber
Boulder Creek CA
Sep 2, 2010 - 02:40am PT
Gary Hemming was beat nearly to death in about 1963 in an ally behind a saloon in Jackson Wyoming by a group of cowboys who didn't like climbers in general and the tall brash Hemming in particular. I helped him around camp after he was released from the Jackson Hospital. I often wondered if that beating didn't have serious lasting effects that made his subsequent life all the more difficult for an all-ready high-strung guy. He was one of the great climbers of the age, and that event set him back dramatically.

My dad was a real horseman and cowboy in Idaho before he met my mom. But my mom made him trade horses for kids, and the horses were gone by the time I got old enough to care.

Cowboys on Skidoos 'rescued' us from our ski-airplane on Big Sandy Meadow during our 1960s winter climbing trip into the Wind Rivers. They treated us pretty well, considering they thought we were crazy California hippies!

More recently I've worked as a cowboy in the Owens Valley and in Nevada on a number of big cattle drives. My son was with me on a few of them. I've also done some long Pony Express-style cross-country rides on racing Arabians in Nevada.

Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
Sep 2, 2010 - 02:51am PT
Real climbers don't wear lycra. John Wayne never wore lycra did he?

nuff said


hanging from a crimp and crying for my mama.
Sep 2, 2010 - 02:58am PT
Nah, never docked or castrated a sheep. If you do and you are not a Vet. Well, that's true blue cowboy material.

Social climber
Sep 2, 2010 - 04:16am PT
hey there all... say, i only knew/know a few cowboys, and they were busy working... so i can't say much... but, i kind of suspect it's a
turf thing...

you know... folks (not only cowboys) not wanting what they consider "strange" on their so-called local turf... sadly climbers soon ran into them, upon setting foot to trek the greatoutdoors...

very sad though, no matter who the locals are, being that reaching out to understand others, is what stops many a war...

very sad to hear of all this...
sad for the climber that was mentioned... beatings that lead to head injury very well can and do change lives...

well, god bless
and better days to all...

Gym climber
A dingy corner in your refrigerator
Sep 2, 2010 - 04:42am PT
Every Friday I would let those farm truck tires roll fast through Pinedale, WYO, loudest in town for sure.
Scared Silly

Trad climber
Sep 2, 2010 - 10:20am PT
Cowboy headstone:

IMHO most people who think they are a cowboy are really just shite kickers. The few real cowboys I have meet are some of the nicest people I have meet.

I remember one friend who got himself a pair of cowboy boots, a nice leather belt with a big ole buckle and purdy hat. He looked mighty fine until I said too bad you aint never ridden a horse.
Tony Bird

Northridge, CA
Sep 2, 2010 - 10:43am PT
cute headstone, but i don't think the poor bugger's going to be satisfied even in death.

there are two kinds of cowboys, the real and the wannabe. worked a summer on a ranch? helps you wannabe.

i've seen one real, genuine cowboy in my 35 years out west. he walked into a bar late at night in las cruces, new mexico, quietly ordered a beer, drank it, and left. he had chaps and spurs and had gotten off work and was about to go back to it and i don't think he could speak a word of english. ┐comprende?

from the smothers brothers' version of "the streets of laredo":

"i see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"
"i see by your outfit that you're a cowboy too"
we all have outfits and we are all cowboys
if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too.

Trad climber
Las Vegas
Sep 3, 2010 - 10:34am PT

I've met a few, and two stories come to mind.
Both involve climbers that I would consider cowboys.

During the early 80's I worked a couple of summers at a boy scout camp. At the end of the first summer I hitched back to Santa Cruz via Laramie and the Valley. Before leaving the scout camp I got a hold of Scarpelli and made plans to end my first day on the road at his place, which I did.
Bob was a gracious host. I called him from a gas station in town and he refused to give me directions to his place. Instead he was there to pick me up a short while later. During my wait in the station I was amazed at this board they had by the counter. It was like a hunter's trophy display. There was all many of wildlife body parts. For some reason (unknown to me at the time) I was absolutely fascinated by this raptor claw. It was whooomongus. I compared what I considered to be my strapping, young, climber fingers with the length and girth of the thing. I did this a few times a few times out of sheer amazement. I thought owing to the fact that it was as large as my fingers and that of a wild animal with immense 'Farm Boy' strength... It would be a bitch to receive the business end of those things. I was really 'Out West' where the Buffalo and Cowboys roam.
Enter Scarpelli.
Back at his house we drank what beer he had on hand. So we venture into Laramie for some fast food and more beer. Standing at the counter in this liquor store waiting to pay for our beer there is one person ahead of us. It is an ever so drunk cowboy. Drunk, I mean this guy was plastered! He is fumbling and mumbling, taking forever just to get his wallet out in attempt to pay for his purchase. I am looking at Scarpelli, he's looking at the proprietor, we are all watching in amazement at this guys level of toxicity. He could barely stand.
Scarpelli had enough and as the guy wheels a little to one side Scarpelli smacks the guy's wallet downward, out of his hand. It sent the guys Bills, cards, pictures etc all over the floor.
My immediate thought "Will I make it out of Laramie?"
The cowboy starts sputtering and spitt'n "I'm gunna kick yer..." type crap and Scarpelli just stands there. The cowboy starts with another line of B.S and Bob abruptly cuts him off with stuff like, I kicked your ass in JR.High. I beat you a few times in High School and nothings changed except now your hammered. If there's going to be anybody's ass getting kicked, it won't be mine. Now pick up your gear, grab your bottle and get out of my way!!!
I am thinking, drunk cowboy, pick up truck, shot gun/rifle rack... time to go, time to become unseen!
Turns out Scarpelli did know this guy that well. The went through school together and had fought all the way. In typical drunk fashion, the guy recognizes Bob with some prompting and gets all 'Bro' about things. Scarpelli reminds him that he just wants to pay for his beer and leave so 'Hurry the F%*&k up and get out of the way. The cowboy leans down and was circling around trying to accumulate his gear when he starts getting pissy again and making comments under his breath. Scarpelli laughed and told him that he had just done the guy a favor. "How so?" the cowboy asks. Scarpelli explained to him that minutes before he could barely stand and if he walked down the street with a bottle in that condition he was certain bait for the local constable. At least now after a little neighborly confrontation he had a chance. As long as he kept his mouth shut.


And speak of keeping the mouth shut:

So on that scout camp there were three other instructors on my same staff. One was a guy named Rick who hailed from Oklahoma. Rick grew up on a farm/ranch and hand a good amount of experience with animals. At the end of our first season he left to take a seasonal job as a wrangler for a hunting outfitter in the Yukon. The next summer he was full of stories from his experiences.
On the one day off we would usually all pile into Rick's pickup and go to town with two distinct needs to care for. Cashing the checks would quickly and easily dispatch the first need. The second would take a little more time and cunning.
Later that afternoon/eve we are in this college bar in Fort Collins. While at the bar buying a round of beer for the boys, Rick meets this stunningly good looking gal and invites her back to our table. In short order these two are yacking it up. She loves horses and riding and so does Rick. They start making eyes at one another and myself and the other two guys figure Ricks gunna hook up.
All of a sudden, for Rick things go south real fast. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut! She was raised on a ranch and was into some barrel riding etc and simply loved animals. Rick on the other hand comes out with "Yeah I love'm and it pains me to have to whack a horse with a axe handle when they get obstinate"! They began a debate. She coming from a more cultured, equestrian mind set. Rick started into stories like "yeah well... let's say it's early November and your headed back out to the trail head at the end of the season. You come to a small stream that has a glaze of ice over it and the first two of eight animals cross it but number three freaks out and freezes to a stand still and won't move. You have to get that animal to move or else you are going to have six humans and seven other horses stuck in the wilderness through the winter..."

He should've just kept his mouth shut...
Like he pretty much did the whole drive back up country.


Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Sep 3, 2010 - 11:59am PT
Only in a cowboy Joe, Alumni, sense...

-that video is too funny

Trad climber
In the mountains... somewhere...
Sep 3, 2010 - 05:37pm PT
Well, I never was a cowboy, but it seems that I am a Lesbian. Imagine that!

Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 10, 2012 - 11:27pm PT
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Oct 10, 2012 - 11:44pm PT

Social climber
joshua tree
Oct 10, 2012 - 11:52pm PT
Did you know the term "cowboy" came from the slave owners of the south.
They called the black people that took care of and slept with the cows. " cowBoys"

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 10, 2012 - 11:55pm PT
Survival, beautiful horse!

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Oct 11, 2012 - 12:23am PT
Went skiing at Jackson in '67. My buddy and I decided to check out the
famous Cowboy Bar in town. I was 6'-1" and 180, my buddy had me by an inch
and 20 pounds. Did I mention we were midshipmen and looked it? OK, maybe
a touch on the preppy side by Wyoming standards but we were wholly unprepared
for our reception. We got about a dozen steps into the bar when somebody
cut loose with a well-honed wolf whistle. Without a word we simultaneously
executed a drill team about face and marched our asses outta there. Maybe
we shoulda worn our uniforms. On second thought...

Trad climber
Nedsterdam CO
Oct 11, 2012 - 12:29am PT
I'm a direct descendant of Tom Mix, "King of the Cowboys".


Oct 11, 2012 - 01:01am PT
Is it in Montana that you have to have 1000 acres before you can have a horse?

A neighbor down the road has a horse cooped up in maybe two hundred square feet with inadequate shade.

Humans are crazy.

Stark raving crazy.

Trad climber
Douglas, WY
Oct 11, 2012 - 01:15am PT
Don't have a hat. Don't have a horse. Do own the ranch and 30 cows. Most of the other ranchers (as opposed to COWBOYS), make jokes about the clowns in the hats, boots with spurs, etc. We call'em RODEO cowboys, cause that's the only time they really need that schitt, these days.
The Larry

Moab, UT
Oct 11, 2012 - 02:21am PT
Sploring a beer at the beach.
Sploring a beer at the beach.
Credit: The Larry

Howdy partner.

Scarpelli has educated many a cowboy. Dude fist jams old school 4 camolots.
Juan Maderita

Trad climber
"OBcean" San Diego, CA
Oct 11, 2012 - 03:15am PT

A climber-cowboy in Baja. Beckey riding "Tajo" a frisky 4-year old at ...
A climber-cowboy in Baja. Beckey riding "Tajo" a frisky 4-year old at base camp.
Credit: Juan Maderita

Social climber
Oct 11, 2012 - 08:30am PT
hey there say, jan...

wow, loved your 'cowboy type history'... just resaw all this, from a bump...

my twin buddies will enjoy it, :)

they like living the cowboy way, :)
they got a ranch, and do all their own work, raise appaloosas, and some cows... well, and
little furry critters on the side--meaning their dogs and cats, :))

i enjoy helping, when i can--but that was a long time, back,

Social climber
Oct 11, 2012 - 08:31am PT
hey there say, juan...

wow, three cheers to becky... she (oops, he) looks like one fine happy gal (guy), there, :)

god bless...

THANKS, SKULLY, ooops, well, it SAID 'becky'... ;)

(has the same shape face as my ex mom in law) :O

humans can be hard recognize at times, :)

thanks again skully... wow, the things we learn here
at the ol' taco, :)

Captain...or Skully

Oct 11, 2012 - 08:39am PT
Uh, Neebee, that's Fred Beckey.


Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Oct 11, 2012 - 08:43am PT
Bob can fistjam, Bad Ass Moma

Not even a kings rope or dekalb hat, broke?

Oct 11, 2012 - 09:51am PT
An old cowboy went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mending fences, and branding cattle, so I guess I am."

She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. As I watch TV, or even eat, I think about women. Everything seems to make me think about women."

The two sat sipping in silence. A short time later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian."

Trad climber
Douglas, WY
Oct 11, 2012 - 11:07am PT

Those of us who actually live here and own places all joke: what's the commonality between cowboy hats and hemorrhoids? Answer; sooner or later, every a$$hole gets one...

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 11, 2012 - 11:14am PT
I find this thread very stimulating, and it has brought forth a few questions;

Question #1: Can Cowboys be Savages? Or are they incompatible, an oxymoron and are either a)Cowboys, or b) Savages?

Question #2: If a Lesbian dated a cowboy would she ride bareback or side saddle, or would neither one no longer apply?
Big Breasted Woman

Trad climber
The Brown Crack
Oct 11, 2012 - 11:26am PT
Yup, I was a wrangler for 2 years on a ranch in Moose, WY. I was a climber too. Guess I didn't look much like a climber 'cuz no one threw any beer cans at me!!

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 11, 2012 - 06:59pm PT
Question #3: If John Travolta claimed "I m a Lesbian!" Would his masseuse/masseur be a cowgirl or a cowboy?

Cuz, like Vinney said...

edit: BTW, in case ya fergot JT is "The Urban Cowboy"!

climber's near nevada...
Oct 11, 2012 - 07:03pm PT
all hat, no cattle...but i do keep getting up every single time, no matter how hard that just was...i sorta think that's cowboy...

Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
Oct 11, 2012 - 07:20pm PT


The Hot Kiss on the end of a Wet Fist
Oct 11, 2012 - 08:39pm PT
Speaking of Wyoming Cowboys, whatever became of Chris Nelson??

Ice climber
the ghost
Oct 11, 2012 - 09:46pm PT
Are you saying cowboys don't understand simple logic???

cowboys: falling asleep with your boots on will give you a headache the next morning.

Social climber
Eastside (of the Tetons)
Oct 11, 2012 - 10:19pm PT
Uhm, being a Wrangler IS NOT the same. You don't work with cows, so you are not a cowgirl/boy.

I HATE it when clueless guys call me a cowgirl. Never worked with cattle much. A little.

However, 30 years with horses does make me a horse woman.

Oh, I've also been a wrangler, and that pretty much means wrangling the dudes, not necessarily the stock.

I would love to be able to say I'm a Cowgirl, but I never earned it.
Gotta be able to stick your arm up a cows ass for that! lol

Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Topic Author's Reply - Oct 11, 2012 - 11:11pm PT
Hossjulia-thanks for educating we dumb city folks, who have a hard time differentiating port from starboard or cowgirl from wrangler.

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Oct 12, 2012 - 01:04am PT
capt'n guido - who have a hard time differentiating port from starboard and cowgirl from wrangler.
JT aint no city slicker. He can rope, ride, punch and ride line (f...
JT aint no city slicker. He can rope, ride, punch and ride line (fence line) dawn till dusk, etc on his Montana spread! Whatever he does, he gives it 100% ...respect!
Credit: splitter

Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
Oct 12, 2012 - 05:52am PT
Thanks Splitter!
I just now saw your comment about the horse.

Yes, she's a beauty and a real piece of work. She respects me, but not much else. A big curious dog, always trying to be in the middle of whatever is going on. Whenever I'm working in the pasture, on the pond, on digging/pounding/chopping, I can rest assured that soon there will be a large black nose looking over my shoulder.....

Credit: survival

Dec 20, 2012 - 02:36am PT
Reading some of the posts in this thread got me thinking of my father who was not a cowboy but rather a jockey. Born in 1907 in Kentucky he was apprenticed out at age 13 to the JKL Ross stables in Toronto. He had no interest in being a jockey but his family had too many mouths to feed and he was was 5 feet tall when fully grown. He cried all night on the train To Canada. He was a taciturn man when I came to know him and rarely spoke of himself so these matters were related to me by my mother. He rode on tracks all over North America and Canada. As a teenager I was disdainful of him for a variety of reasons not least simple youthful vanity and misplaced self-regard. I recall him performing some remarkable athletic feats that seemed to have no relation to his normal rather somnolent state. I remember him and my uncle, also a small man of about 5 feet and a bit, drinking beer and laughingly comparing their biceps which to my astonishment bulged like demented grapefruit with multiple deep indentations and dimples and snake-like veins. Wherefrom these arms came I had no idea and never saw their like until I met David George Cook who had similar biceps and a remarkable ability to destroy people in arm-wrestling while all the while looking amused and dismissive. Of course for my father it had to have been the iron discipline of racing horses and living a life of hard work and self-denial that most jockeys of that day and age had to endure that gave him the powerful arms and body. His was not the life of the cowboy though both occupations have the horse at the centre. A different ethos occupies the cowboy and the jockey though for a while in the thirties my father had a SAG card and was an extra in Hollywood films when lots of wild "redskins" were called for in cowboy films; then he put on a loin-cloth and red paint and rode over the sagebrush in emulation of the noble savage. It seems the work resulted in many serious injuries to horses and riders too. His relationship to horses was not something I was ever to know other than that he knew them well and had been taught that they must be treated with the greatest care and respect. I don't know for a fact that he never sat by a campfire with his horse hobbled nearby but some how it seems very unlikely. The horses he rode were incredibly valuable princelings who often lived better than most humans, and for him and the horses the vast skies of the plains were replaced by the thunder of the straining men and horses galloping flank to flank and the screaming crowds.

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Dec 20, 2012 - 08:09am PT
I just found this small photo of my grandfather taken in Colorado in the early 1920's. He grew up in Texas and is wearing a typical Texas cowboy hat before the stetson came into style. It was adopted by the Texans from the earliest cowboys in America - the Mexican vaqueros.

Clell Baker
Clell Baker
Credit: Jan

This is the guy who used to catch and break wild mustangs for extra spending money. The ones he couldn't break he sold to rodeos. One of his, Old Brown Joe, bucked all the way back to Madison Square Garden. That horse never was ridden with a saddle but the children could ride him bareback no problem.
Sierra Ledge Rat

Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
Dec 20, 2012 - 08:45am PT
Since my IQ exceeds my shoe size by at least an order of magnitude, it should be obvious that I am not a cowboy.

Social climber
Right outside of Delacroix
Dec 20, 2012 - 08:51am PT
According to Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings, cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings. So, yeah, I'm a cowboy.

Dec 20, 2012 - 10:31am PT
Lots of horses at Jackson Falls, so I'm shaking out before a crux and look down to see this lady riding beneath me staring up, at which time her knee catches a small tree and she is on the ground, the horse dude behind her accesses the situation and tells to "get up and walk it off", ever since I've called that cowboy first aid.
Sir Donald

Trad climber
Denver, CO
Dec 20, 2012 - 11:51am PT
Credit: Sir Donald
Credit: Sir Donald
Credit: Sir Donald
My wife and I met on a chairlift 15 years ago - both as ski bums and full time climbers. Now we own and run an Organic/100% Grass Fed beef ranch in North Carolina and sell it all to Whole Foods - but we still sneak out to climb several times a month and a yearly trip to the desert thrown in.
240 Black Angus, 5 horses to work the herd with, 4 dogs to tag along, and two kids to do all the other farm chores. And - my 12 year old son climbs harder than I can now, just got his first 5.11b on real rock!

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Dec 20, 2012 - 12:01pm PT
Sir Donald, I don't see much grass in that first pic.
Looks like a bunch of locoweed! ;-)

Dec 20, 2012 - 01:22pm PT
Nope, but I know lots of cowboys and more pretending to be. Both types have saints and as#@&%es just like every other group of people, say for example, climbers?
Steve Grossman

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
Dec 20, 2012 - 01:40pm PT
A little ditty about the life from Jerry Jeff Walker called Night Rider's Lament off of Ridin' High.

One night while I was out a ridin'
The grave yard shift, midnight 'til dawn
The moon was bright as a readin' light
For a letter from an old friend back home

And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money
Tell me why do you rope for short pay
You ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And you're losin' your share
Boy, you must have gone crazy out there

He said last night I ran on to Jenny
She's married and has a good life
And boy you sure missed the track
When you never come back
She's the perfect professional's wife

And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money
And tell me why does he rope for short pay
He ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And he's losin' his share
Boy he must've gone crazy out there

Ah but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing

Well I read up the last of my letter
And I tore off the stamp for black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and grinned

He said now
Why do they ride for their money
Tell me why do they ride for short pay
They ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And they're losin' their share
Boy, they must've gone crazy out there
Son, they all must be crazy out there

Trad climber
Dec 20, 2012 - 02:50pm PT
I'm not, but the guy on the right looks like one. The horses are his, but in fact, he is a retired orthopedic surgeon.

Wind River trip-3 years ago.
Credit: Jason Denver


Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Topic Author's Reply - May 2, 2014 - 11:49am PT

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
May 2, 2014 - 11:54am PT
Does running from the bulls in Spain count?

Social climber
Dalian, Liaoning
May 2, 2014 - 12:13pm PT
Most of the actual historical cowboys were black or latino.

Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
May 2, 2014 - 12:32pm PT
I never ran from the bulls in Spain, but I walked away rather quickly from this guy in WA.


loveland co
Apr 30, 2016 - 11:19am PT
Walleye; I was a cowboy but have become civilized since moving to Colorado from Wyo back in the late 70's. I climbed here till the mid 80's then concentrated on building bridges and water plants. I'm retired and ready to be 20 years old again but I don't think that's likely. I still have the resistol hat that I got when I was 17. Here's a photo of me now. I'm slow on the uptake, sorry for the 4 year lag on my response.
Old man, ex cowboy from Wyoming.
Old man, ex cowboy from Wyoming.
Credit: hubcap

Andrzej Citkowicz far away from Poland
Apr 30, 2016 - 11:25am PT
Are You a Cowboy?

Nah. I am more into sheep.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Apr 30, 2016 - 11:42am PT
Los Quackeros de Merced.  Rodeofiestfandangohoedownturnaroundjumpbackc...
Los Quackeros de Merced. RodeofiestfandangohoedownturnaroundjumpbackcowboyfromArizona days in Nuevo Merced.
Credit: mouse from merced

The Hot Kiss On the End of a Wet Fist
Apr 30, 2016 - 12:27pm PT
Awesome, hubcap! Better late than never... How about an El Cap first ascent tale??

Trad climber
AKA Dwain, from Apple Valley, Ca. and Vegas!
Apr 30, 2016 - 12:45pm PT
Nah, I am more into SHEEP

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