Cowboy must have been a good life my grandfather did it for 10 years before he got drafted into World War II. He used to lasso my father and Aunt when they were little in the backyard in Kansas. Takes care the real cowboys are a different kind of guy then you meet at Stuart Anderson's on a Saturday night. Most cowboys will do it will help anybody that needed help and wouldn't abide with a woman getting treated badly. My grandpa the cowboy when he was a senior citizen used to put together bikes for kids in the town that didn't have fathers. Real Cowboys are different kind of breed, that's for sure.
@@FrontierLife Anytime. You describe that life the way my grandfather did so I know you weren't romanticizing it or minimalizing it either, thank you for the integrity of the information you provided.
Hey Brett, thanks for the comment. I'll bet a guy could. I live in the North Platte River Valley and see people fairly regularly riding/walking the Oregon Trail. If you're interested in checking out a resource that shows the trail on a modern map, this link will help. It uses landmarks identified by Charles Goodnight himself. www.frontierlife.net/blog/2021/11/16/all-you-need-to-know-about-the-goodnight-loving-trail Also, I have to say I really enjoy your channel! Born 100 Years Too Late, I get ya! Thanks for making the content. I enjoy riding and camping myself and getting in the backcountry. Good for the soul. Appreciate you stopping by and hope the map helps.
Sun Set That sun still sets in the west But that old trail is asphalt now Baked by the sun hot and dry The sounds of hoofs have passed Herds of buffalo graze no more Barbwire strung along The fence post passed like a picket fence As the truck tires whine on The sweetgrass has all but gone The mesquite is tall and thick Prickly Pear covers the prairie The Longhorns have gone A saddle all covered in dust The moth-riddled blanket flaps Riding quirt amiss Old spurs hung on a wall On a post hangs a leather belt With a holster cracked and rotting That old hogleg turned brown Brass all green The lassoing cowboy is no more That broad hat tipped back His shirt sleeves rolled high Jeans rolled double His hair thinned and gray High cheekbones darken Bull hide tough Hand scars a many With eyes squinting A straw chair leaned back Daydreaming No more round ups That last ride was long ago With a rolled cigarette on his lip His words in a low key That sun still sets in the west Barry 4/3/2023
