Heart beating heavy in your ears, the unmistakable smell of fuel and burning rubber (perhaps some manure), this is the race of a lifetime. Everything has built to this moment, this quarter mile.
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
Picture yourself sitting on the banks of the beautiful north country of the Río Grande: crisp mountain air, cold Lone Stars in the cooler, the perfect fly on your line. This is the dream.
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.
These cowgirls ain’t givin’ the table up that easy, amigo. If you want in, you’re gonna have to play ‘em for it. Just don’t put too much money on the line, cuz once you see the break, you may be regrettin’ your decision.
When you’re lost in the Galactic West, ridin’ a horse named Jupiter in the asteroid belt, a laser-proof sidekick is all you need to stay on the straight and narrow. Fair warning. This ol’ tin can is smarter than he looks.
Ain’t a good idea to 50/50 a longhorn. Trust us, cowboy. Daggum flip kick on the other hand? A stunt like that’ll land ya one heckuva sponsorship. Probably not from us though.
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.
Listen, everybody loves a good yardbird. They eat the bugs, keep ornery snakes away, and they don’t take no crap from no one. Yes, we know that’s a double negative, but it’s for emphasis!
The Velicowrangler 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.
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.
If ya squint just right on a day that’s hotter’n’hell you might catch a glimpse of a cowgirl mermaid relaxing in a cool spring; is this just what yer parched self needed? Naw… that’s a daggum mirage!
She trades her boots for bare feet, ridin’ broncs one day and waves the next. Whether it’s a farmer’s tan or a bikini tan, you can bet she’s gettin’ one regardless. Who is she?
She trades her boots for bare feet, ridin’ broncs one day and waves the next. Whether it’s a farmer’s tan or a bikini tan, you can bet she’s gettin’ one regardless.
If you’re gonna wear it, ya gotta learn how to tip it. And while we’re at it, ya better learn how to take it off before steppin’ into a tatami room, orderin’ sashimi, or meetin’ someone’s obaachan.
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
Who needs Wascawwy Wabbits when you’ve got the even more elusive and unknown Jackawope right here in Tejas?! Always in season, but rarely seen. In fact maybe never.
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’. This Impala doesn’t just cruise—it puts on a show
Coulda been out runnin’ wild on the range, sleepin’ under the stars, and livin’ off black coffee and bad decisions. Instead, here we are—sellin’ fake cowboy hats on the internet.
When you hear stories like these from ol’ cowpokes, they’ll wax poetic about the dangers, the adventures, the good times and the bad. But somethin’ the good ones will always tell you is, "Luck's got nothin' to do with it!"
