The undisputed king of the backcountry, built like a freight train on four legs with claws that could carve up a picnic basket.... or a daggum pickup truck. It doesn't run, it doesn't hide, and it sure isn't askin’ for permission.
A cowboy’s best advice was always, “Easy does it.” Now this isn’t just a phrase – it’s a way of life. Whether you’re wranglin’ cattle, fixin’ fence posts, or just pretendin’ like you do, patience’ll see ya through. And, sometimes, maybe a cold one or two…
Every once in a while on a summer day, ya get a cool breeze whip across the desert sand. That cool breeze turns to clouds, and clouds turn into a little summer rainshower.
“Never was a horse that couldn't be rode, never was a man that couldn't be throwed.” A wise ol’ cowboy told us this one day. Said once he understood it, it changed his whole life.
The road has been long and hard for this ol' cowboy, but he paces onward across the dusty plain. Carved by his own grit and determination, the path leads on...
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 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.
Deep in the heart of Tejas, two skeletons come to life under the full moon. Known as "Los Viejones," these spirited ancestors adorned in traditional attire, dance the night away, their bones rattling a rhythmic tune that echoes through the plains.
Just about every city kiddo that dreamed of bein’ a cowboy when they grew up started with a trusty stick horse. Complete with obnoxious neighing that'd make mama bust out the middle name.
Now, it’s not a record-breakin’ bass… we know. But we’ve all felt the tug of one of these suckers. Big, mean, and guaranteed to put up a struggle—until you reel it in and realize you’ve been wranglin’ half a mesquite tree this whole time.
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!
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.
