Today, 26 July 2025, is National Day of the Cowboy. So what are we celebrating? For one, I'm not celebrating the movie Cowboys. Few have portrayed working Cowboys well. What I celebrate, and not just on this day but everyday, are the Cowboys who work for low pay, long hours under harsh conditions because freedom and fresh air or more important to them than accumulating wealth. Those Buckaroos who accept the physically, emotionally and mentally challenges because they want a simple life on horseback taking care of livestock and being proud of a long days work done well. They rely on themselves. Sometimes their compadres and certainly their horses, which they take great pride in. Those are things I think about.
I have a ton of respect for the Cowboys who have parlayed their cowboying experiences into being makers of fine gear from saddles, to bits, spurs, leggings to rawhide braided items like bosals and reatas.....and much, much more. The patience and skill to do so, has greatly and will always eluded me. If you buy quality gear from one of these men and woman, just be aware that their experiences and soul go into making these pieces and if you dollar-hour averaged what they make it would be far, far below minimum wage.
I'm celebrating the clinicians who have shared their knowledge of working with horses as their love for horses, and breadth of experience are evident in the words they speak and how they handle a horse. Most of them don;t know me but I owe them so much. I am celebrating the Cowboy spirit which is the American spirit, and is, in part, is to just plod through hardships to get a job done....to not quit....to never quit.
A lot as been said about the latest generation of Americans reaching adulthood....about how they are spoiled; uneducated; have no work ethic; are slaves to technology and immediate gratification. All those descriptors have much truth to them, but there are also examples of American youth that forbode well as they become stewards of this country. I recently saw many young men and women at a High School Rodeo State Finals where their respectfulness, competence and character were on full display illuminating the fact this country will persevere, and will do so with the Cowboy spirit. Hats off tho those parents.
Cowboying is doing the right thing even if you know it's going to cost you. Which brings me to this story about the Cowboy arriving in Heaven and pleading his case for entrance saying he has always done the right thing all his life. Saint Peter the Gatekeeper asked the Cowboy to give him an example. The Cowboy said that he was having supper in a small diner and he saw a huge, muscular guy 6 inches taller and around 150 pounds heavier, berating the waitress and grabbing her wrist as she winced in pain. The Cowboy said "well, I can't let this go even if it means a severe beating', so he confronted the giant bully. Saint Peter then asked the Cowboy "when did this happen?", and the Cowboy replied "About 10 minutes ago".
