Don (on cremello), Ryan (on buckskin) and JD on the ground |
When I saw the pictures from this day, all I could think about was that Sesame Street song, One of These Kids is Doing His Own Thing. It also makes me think of Conway Twitty's song, Don't Call Him A Cowboy (until you've seen him ride). Watch the link to this song, Don't Call Him A Cowboy, no cowboy would be caught dead in that outfit and what is he standing on? A trampoline?
Two cowboys and a..."wowboy". That's a welder/cowboy. The wind was howling that evening, thus the backwards hat. I don't know how those other boys kept their hats on!
You never know what you'll see our family wearing while out riding. I wear a stocking cap about six months out of the year and have also been known to wear my Carhartt bibs. If its under 25 degrees, I pull out the bibs. Most of our horses are pretty broke and I figure if I hit the ground, at least I'll be padded.
I have a friend who trains reined cowhorses for a living. He is 19 and drives a lowrider. After posting some of his show pictures on his Facebook page, one of his friends made a comment, "Dude, I didn't know you were a cowboy!". Hilarious! Apparently he lives the double life of a ganster/cowboy.
So...I guess the old Sesame Street lesson still applies...you can't judge a book by its cover...or can't judge a cowboy by their cover/hat/lid (as JD calls it). But in my opinion, you can almost always judge them by their boots!
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