Here at The Cowboy Country Club we don’t concern ourselves with things like “dress code” or “decorum” we just value the important stuff like cold Lone Star and a dang good chicken fried steak at the clubhouse.
The Velociwrangler is a cowboy unlike any other. He rides the fierce and mighty velociraptor, a prehistoric creature that none have dared to tame. Believe it or not, he once told us the secret to taming a velociraptor is quality chips and salsa.
♫ As I walked out in the streets of L.A.
As I walked out in L.A. one day
I saw a young cowboy, wearing a cowboy hat
Wearing a cowboy hat, with no cattle he strayed ♫
Before he knew it, he's bein' yanked towards that glowin' thing, his horse’s gettin' pulled along with him too, and he’s thinkin’ this is the end of it all.
This ain’t your grandpappy’s work shirt, but it might as well be. We took a little inspiration from some of our favorite “serape” patterns out there and combined it with a vintage Western stripe.
It ain’t a buckin’ bronco… it’s a steel stallion! With a hydraulic kick and a mean setta horns, this sucker is low, loud, and liable to send your hat flyin’.
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.
The Sendero Speedway’s where legends are made, not on smooth asphalt but rugged, unforgiving Tejas dirt. Cowboys tear through 500 miles of wild country, chasing more than just a finish line. The real prize? Bragging rights and an ice-cold beer.
Y'all, pop on down to Sendero Bait and Tackle and get all the essentials! We got your nightcrawlers, jigs, crankbaits, motor oil, baby powder, hoosker doos, hoosker don’ts.
Everyone’s got those days out on the water. The ones that are so frustrating you’re ready to chuck that rod and reel as far as ya can, but that’s why “they call it fishin’ not catchin’.”
Sendero’s Hand Tied Flies! Best flies this side of the Mississippi… cause who even bothers fishin’ on the other? We've got flies so realistic, you'd swear they were spun by Mother Nature herself.
