At dawn, birdsong fills the air as a covey wakes the sun. Hidden in prickly pear and cedar scrub, they're nearly invisible — until a flutter of wings erupts from the brush, then vanishes just as fast.
The main event, tonight at Arena Los Senderos. Jefe defends his title against the underdog: the Conejo Kid. Seniors get in free. Kids are half priced. Buckets of beer are ten pesos till we sell out.
When you’re lost in the Galactic West, ridin’ a horse named Jupiter in the asteroid belt, a laserproof sidekick is all you need to stay on the straight and narrow. Fair warning. This ol’ tin can is smarter than he looks.
Rode hard into a typhoon for several days. Couldn’t see five feet in front of our faces, but we drove the herd till we found some new country to pasture ‘em in. They grill their fish over charcoal and serve it with pickled plums in these parts.
After spending a couple decades hid away in the Eastland County Courthouse, Ol’ Rip here is still kickin’. This sucker will eat ya outta house ‘n home…that is if your home is full of red ants.
The Cowboy Pro Shop Hat is a full meshback snapback in white and green. It features cotton twill, a structured 5-panel design, a curved visor, rope detail, and a screen-printed design
After spending a couple decades hid away in the Eastland County Courthouse, Ol’ Rip here is still kickin’. This sucker will eat ya outta house ‘n home…that is if your home is full of red ants.
Your first set of wheels was an old rusted out Jeep Renegade with peeling decals and a faulty four wheel drive. But that ol’ tape player never missed a beat.
Listen, ain’t no one going to wear a shirt like this out settin’ fence posts on the ranch (well you might, and all the power to ya, trailblazer!), but this City Slicker is the perfect companion for a day out city slickin’.
This lonely ol' esqueleto cowpoke has played his song longer than anyone can remember. Just out there serenading the sagebrush and 'yotes with his gee-tar. He'll probably keep playing 'til the end of time.
That daggum bear didn’t know if it was fightin’ or flightin'—but it sure as heck didn’t know who was chasin’ it. A guy? On a buffalo? That’s right, nature’s most unstoppable force ridin’ nature’s most unstoppable creature.
Every wanderin' soul that takes a seat at this bar is talkin' bout that new feller in town. Haven't seen him myself, but they all say he's a severe lookin' sorta man. Don't bother me none. As long as he pays, he's welcome in this tavern.
Your first set of wheels was an old rusted out Jeep Renegade with peeling decals and a faulty four wheel drive. But that ol’ tape player never missed a beat.
The fairways aren’t the prettiest, hell, neither are the greens. Honestly, the sand traps might be the best thing on the course. But the cold ones are plentiful, the mulligans even more plentiful.
