Are You a Cowboy?


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Big Breasted Woman

Trad climber
The Brown Crack
Oct 11, 2012 - 08:26am 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 - 03:59pm 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 - 04:03pm 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 - 04:20pm PT


The Hot Kiss on the end of a Wet Fist
Oct 11, 2012 - 05:39pm PT
Speaking of Wyoming Cowboys, whatever became of Chris Nelson??

Ice climber
the ghost
Oct 11, 2012 - 06:46pm 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 - 07:19pm 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 - 08:11pm 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 11, 2012 - 10:04pm PT
capt'n guido - who have a hard time differentiating port from starboard and cowgirl from wrangler.
JT cruising in Pinedale!
JT cruising in Pinedale!
Credit: splitter

Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
Oct 12, 2012 - 02:52am 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 19, 2012 - 11:36pm 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 - 05:09am 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 - 05:45am 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 - 05:51am 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 - 07:31am 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 - 08:51am 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 - 09:01am PT
Sir Donald, I don't see much grass in that first pic.
Looks like a bunch of locoweed! ;-)

Dec 20, 2012 - 10:22am 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 - 10:40am 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 - 11:50am 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

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