tlakota said:
soap...i am in love with your cows...i try very hard to get calves to look that uniform and that size...the only ones i can get that good looking are my march first AI'd calves...just curious what size will they be in november or so? let me know if you will be selling older brokens this fall or something
We should have quite a few older bred cows for sale later this fall. How many do you need?
kolanuraven said:
Do " I Spy" buckaroo boots?????? :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Lordy, they're bright!!!!! :lol: :lol: :lol:
The reason they are "bright" is because they don't see the light of day very often. :wink: Usually the tops are protected because they are covered by the legs of my Wrangler britches. Sandburrs at a gate suggest temporarily tucking them in for the sake of convenience.
Back when I was a young aspiring energetic cowboy, I was occasionally prone to tucking my pants into the tops of my boots. In fact, during the whole summer I wrangled dudes on the Moose Head Ranch in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I did it all the time, figuring the dudes wouldn't know if I was a real cowboy or not, anyway.
Prevailing conventional wisdom has always been that one must own fifty cows to "legally" be allowed to tuck in their britches to show off their boot tops. Possibly the theory behind this is that once you are "legal," maturity and sensibility has come about to make the boot wearer have second thoughts about even wanting to do this. In my own case, the older I get the more I wonder if I was ever top hand enough to "strut my stuff" so to speak, in this manner. The wrong person doing this looks like nothing more than a dude, whereby a top hand doing it displays a commanding presence. In other words, a cowboy had better be pretty "punchy" to get by with the practice. In my own case "paunchy" should not be confused with "punchy." :?
Even though it looks cool, it is somewhat of an inconvenience to tuck one's pants into one's boots. If you ride down a mountain trail on a regular basis, you must stop a few times each day to take off your boots to empty out pine needles. Should you get caught out horseback in a rainstorm, the water has a gravitational way of running down your pant legs right into the tops of your boots. Socks are nothing more than a wet wick under these conditions.
At my advanced age, practicality comes more into play. It is a matter of function over form. I guess I will let the young bucks, buckaroos, and top hands do the fancy stuff.
