His spurs were so shinny, they blinded everyone that looked at them. He made quite a sight with the big white hat, the shirt with fringes hanging down on both sleeves. Those tight fitting colorful pants and boots were something to see.
I said: Howdy Cowboy, where are you headed? He replied “Hi” and I could tell he wasn’t from the west any where. He says: I am going to Dallas. Oh I said, and what are you going to do in Dallas, I ask? He said: I am going to learn how to be a cowboy and some day I will have my own cattle ranch.
Then I ask where are you from? He replied: I’m from Queens! Queens I say? Where’s that? In New York City, he says! The next thing I ask was: how did you get interested in being a cowboy and cattle ranching? He replied; I went to a rodeo at Madison square garden and what I saw made me want to be a cowboy.
As our flight continued on to Dallas, we talked of many thing. I mentioned that I owned a cowboy club and bar in Dallas. I told him that many people come to the club, mostly city people, but there are some that knew about cattle ranching and he could possibly meet someone there.
The flight landed in Dallas, I bid the young man good-by and wished him luck. I really didn’t expect to see him again so soon, but the next day, there he was, all dressed up in his cowboy outfit. I gave him a coke and showed him around and then left him on his own. He was going around introducing himself and meeting people. He was becoming part of the crowd and people appeared to be enjoying him. He spent a lot of time watching the girls riding the mechanical bull, but never tried to ride it himself.
Early the next afternoon he showed up again and ask if he could try to ride the bull. I turned to my bar keeper a told him to take care of the young man, which he did. My bar keeper and the young fellow were becoming friends and my man was taking the young guy under his wing, introducing him to people that had ranches.
The young fellow landed a job and I didn'tsee him again for some time. When I did, the fancy shirt was gone and he was wearing levies and plane western boots. Like all tender foot cowboys, he was taking a lot of teasing, but was a good sport about it. Someone told him, that a true out on the range cowboy, had the back end of his jeans cut out so he didn’t have to remove everything when he had to take a crap. And he was also told that in the olden day, cowboys never wore pants, they had leather chaps that were open in the front and back. This was to protect the legs when riding in brush.
The next time I saw this young feller, was in a parade. He was walking down the center of the street, leading his horse, his spurs could be heard with each step he took.
Wearing his big hat, fancy shirt, his leather chaps and boots. His balls were hanging out in plain sight swinging with each step he took.
Ben R. Bauer
Sept. 12, 2007
I said: Howdy Cowboy, where are you headed? He replied “Hi” and I could tell he wasn’t from the west any where. He says: I am going to Dallas. Oh I said, and what are you going to do in Dallas, I ask? He said: I am going to learn how to be a cowboy and some day I will have my own cattle ranch.
Then I ask where are you from? He replied: I’m from Queens! Queens I say? Where’s that? In New York City, he says! The next thing I ask was: how did you get interested in being a cowboy and cattle ranching? He replied; I went to a rodeo at Madison square garden and what I saw made me want to be a cowboy.
As our flight continued on to Dallas, we talked of many thing. I mentioned that I owned a cowboy club and bar in Dallas. I told him that many people come to the club, mostly city people, but there are some that knew about cattle ranching and he could possibly meet someone there.
The flight landed in Dallas, I bid the young man good-by and wished him luck. I really didn’t expect to see him again so soon, but the next day, there he was, all dressed up in his cowboy outfit. I gave him a coke and showed him around and then left him on his own. He was going around introducing himself and meeting people. He was becoming part of the crowd and people appeared to be enjoying him. He spent a lot of time watching the girls riding the mechanical bull, but never tried to ride it himself.
Early the next afternoon he showed up again and ask if he could try to ride the bull. I turned to my bar keeper a told him to take care of the young man, which he did. My bar keeper and the young fellow were becoming friends and my man was taking the young guy under his wing, introducing him to people that had ranches.
The young fellow landed a job and I didn'tsee him again for some time. When I did, the fancy shirt was gone and he was wearing levies and plane western boots. Like all tender foot cowboys, he was taking a lot of teasing, but was a good sport about it. Someone told him, that a true out on the range cowboy, had the back end of his jeans cut out so he didn’t have to remove everything when he had to take a crap. And he was also told that in the olden day, cowboys never wore pants, they had leather chaps that were open in the front and back. This was to protect the legs when riding in brush.
The next time I saw this young feller, was in a parade. He was walking down the center of the street, leading his horse, his spurs could be heard with each step he took.
Wearing his big hat, fancy shirt, his leather chaps and boots. His balls were hanging out in plain sight swinging with each step he took.
Ben R. Bauer
Sept. 12, 2007
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