Christmas is just another day to a cow. Be it a Holstein, Hereford or Maine Anjou, Red Angus, Black Bally or Belgian Blue from Tabor, Texas – or Timbuktu.
Baxter Black is a cowboy poet, author, vaquero philosophizer, left-handed roper and former large animal veterinarian.
Christmas is just another day to a cow. Be it a Holstein, Hereford or Maine Anjou, Red Angus, Black Bally or Belgian Blue from Tabor, Texas – or Timbuktu.
He rose in the class, hand over his heart,
and spoke of his future career.
I have known and worked with many women in the feedlot business. Some as cowboys, some as vets, some as lay doctors, as cattle processors, feed truck drivers, foremen (or forepersons) and managers (or should that be womanagers?).
It was impossible to predict which direction my ball would go. By the third hole, we’d traded our golf cart in for an all-terrain vehicle and the rest of our foursome was driving an armored personnel carrier.
It could only happen to a cowboy.
Thurman had established himself as a figure of some note in the Corriente Association.
“Hey buddy, maybe you’ll rope better after your horse foals. Ha ha!”