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.
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.
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.
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!
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