When Your Dad’s A Cowboy

When your Dad’s a cowboy you grow up a little bit differently than most kids.  He doesn’t take you to football games, teach you the rules to real baseball or show you how to wash a car.  He would not even consider taking you tubing on the lake. He doesn’t wear tennis shoes, baseball caps or ties.  And when he visits you in the big city he sticks out like a sore thumb.

What you get instead is someone who teaches you how to ride a horse, rope a calf and fix fence.  You learn the rules to Cowboy baseball, which is an odd combination of baseball, dodgeball and football and the rules are a little different every time you play.  It’s more exciting than real baseball but also has a much higher incidence of injuries and doesn’t translate well to the school playground…..

You learn that a pickup or car is made to drive and as long as a few (a lot of) dents and some (a lot of) mud don’t interfere with it’s ability to run they are easily overlooked.  This attitude comes in quite handy when you accidentally back into the loading chute.  You also learn that you should always check the oil and that “it’s just as easy to keep the top half of the tank full as the bottom.”

You don’t hear stories about his exploits on the high school football field or basketball court but instead you hear about his days running wild horses in the red desert, moving cattle through blizzards and roping antelope just to see if he could.

You don’t get to take vacations that last more than 72 hours and he only stops to gas the car, no sight seeing.  But you do get to spend more time with him than most kids get to spend with their dads.  You just get to do it while moving cattle, feeding hay and digging post holes.

He says things like:

“I know your sick but get up and go outside, people die in bed!  You’ll feel better if you quit breathing your own air.”

“It’s just part of it” – This is his response to most any complaint regarding being hot, cold, tired or hungry.

“You’ll be going down the road singing who’d a thought it” – This means whatever you were just thinking about doing, you’d better not do it.

“Waja waja?” – loosely translated means, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you could you please repeat that?

“Let’s rock and roll” – means if your not in the pickup in 30 seconds he will leave you behind.

“Whatever you do don’t ever cross the Mississippi.  Nothing good ever happens east of the Mississippi and for that matter there really is no reason to ever leave the state of Wyoming, there’s just no need for it.”

He does things that can be challenging like changing the plan for the day and expecting everyone to automatically know that it has changed.  Or when he says that breakfast is at 6:00 am sharp and we leave at 6:30 am sharp and when you show up for breakfast at 5:45 am sharp he says “I’m done eating we leave in 10 minutes.”

But you always know that he’ll be there when you need him.  And even though there are days he makes you crazy, you still wouldn’t trade him for any other dad in the world.

A few months ago we thought he’d lose his hand and then we thought we might lose him.  Lucky for us he lived up to his reputation as being a tough, stubborn son of a….. gun.  We’re happy to have him still here with us in one piece and back to rockin’ and rolling.

Happy Birthday Dad!

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81 Responses to When Your Dad’s A Cowboy

  1. dallas2211 says:

    I didn’t grow up on ranches in Wyoming but in Oklahoma. I remember Daddy keeping us home from school to work or move cattle, telling us, “There are some things they cain’t teach you in school.”

    My dad is a real Renaissance man: a writer and artist, a musician, a cowboy. After beginning university at age 40, he became a teacher of Spanish and history. He taught us the basics of keeping a pickup running, birthing calves, and bailing/hauling hay.

    Now that I’m a teacher I’m able to share with urban Oklahoma students stories of an age that’s sadly gone by.

    Thank you for sharing.

    • Noma Roberts Carlson says:

      YEP OKLAHOMA has raised more than it’s share of Cowboys…

    • Casey Miller says:

      My daddy was a rancher and a rodeo cowboy… we r from santa fe, tx. He grew up there, my brothers and cousins and I grew up there and my nieces and nephews and cousins kids r now growing up there as well… lost daddy 2 1/2 yrs and it saddens me that no one I kno, not even my kids will ever have the life we had growing up on the ranch with a real live cowboy for a daddy… God bless yall and RIP Daddy.

  2. Gay milne says:

    Great reading I can hear him saying these things however happy birthday Jim hope you have a great day and many more

  3. Debra D Coates says:

    Perfect! You perfectly described my dear beloved Dad!

  4. TJ says:

    DIdn’t grow up country, but I got here as fast as I could because I never outgrew my love of horses. Great post, reminds me of all the things my dad did for me and even though we were city slickers, he taught me how to keep a vehicle running and to get your money’s worth out of everything.

  5. Donna K. Cherry says:

    Sounds just like my Dad. It brought a tear to my eyes. Thanks for epitomising the American cowboy.

  6. Linda says:

    From Mt. raised on a cattle ranch. Sounds so much like my Dad. We lost him 12 years ago and miss him every day. Dad always took a 15 minute nap after lunch and the guys would try to be so quiet thinking he would sleep longer but up he would come clearing his throat. Time to go to work and off we go.

  7. My Daddy’s family have been ranchers for many generations in Kirkland AZ. My daddy has been a great man, great provider, and a great dad to my brother and I. Hes always been honest, to his family and friends. He loved to rope and was good at it. He and my Mama have traveled the world loved every bit of it. Hes loved going to the casinos and pulling the one arm BANDITs!! Later on in life hes suffered many health issues that keep him from doing the things he loves. I thank you and love you dearly Daddy.

  8. Crystal Royce says:

    We were from Wyoming, but after going to Ariz. periodically, we settled in Colo. my family was basically from Wyoming, and were in the rodeos, etc. When we were in Ariz. we were known as snowbirds, cause we went back & forth to work & beat the weather. Daddy was a bricklayer by trade and a lot of his people were “cowboys”.

  9. Duane Masonbrink says:

    My dad was a sheepman. I was a hogman. When you make your livilhood from animals, your character and attitudes are much the same.

  10. Jessica (Jess) Jones says:

    I didn’t grow up in Wyoming but in New Mexico. Same rules apply!

  11. Jessica (Jess) Jones says:

    I didn’t grow up in Wyoming but in New Mexico. Same rules apply!

  12. Cora Mae Ofstie says:

    I grew up helping Pa on the Ranch in Montana. Driving the pickup by 6, driving the Buckrake & summerfallowing in high school. Riding after Cattle from age 5. Fixing fence, checking water & salt, counting cows, Brandings…a wonderful childhood. I miss my Cowboy Pa!

  13. Karen Mains my father was Leslie Kelley says:

    I grew up on a cattle ranch in the state of Washington. My Dad rode bare backs and saddle broncs at rodeo’s in Wa. Ore. Idaho, and Canada. It sounded so much like dad, I have the horses saddled you got 10 minutes to eat breakfast if you are going with me be surprised how fast you can eat pancakes with peanut butter and go with him. He broke horses once the roughness was over we would take a long ride to his brothers ranch with the fresh broke horse tethered to mine and dad riding it. Vacation was mainly going to another rodeo. Branding calf’s we didn’t have a tip shout so I got rope the caves and drag them to the branding fire I was about 9 or 10. Dad did love boxing matches that was back in the golden gloves era but I got to go to them he would put me up on his shoulders so I could see. He was one of the few cowboys I have ever known that kept a small bunch of sheep, as he was a professional sheep shear also. He trained our border collie to take the sheep up on the hill sides where the cattle would not graze the sheep would then he would send his dog up in the evening to bring them in, after that the dog would bring in the cattle he wanted, people would stop by to watch because they couldn’t believe it, this way he used all his grazing land. Didn’t have much time for city things his horses and cattle came first. Reading everyone’s stories made we remember all the things my cowboy dad and I shared, He went to heaven when he was 87 to ride the range.

  14. Scott Lasiter says:

    As vivid as any painting, well said.

  15. Grow up on a dairy farm in Switzerland. You describe our life and our father to a t! Never talked much, never showed any patience for complaints, honest and solid like a rock. On of his teaching I passed along to my children: “If I give you one $ and you spend 90 cents you have saved money. If you spend $1.10 you made credit and lost money”. Thank you

  16. Del Irvine says:

    The best years I recall was working the family ranches, got yelled at and cussed out everyday. Learned alot about the ole trail. Sanford round ups, Delemere River Station, Irvine Brothers Ranches. YJ 7Z Frank,Tom ,Edna,Linda and W. C. Quite a few miles all kinds of weather. Rode with Jim n Rog and Kent occasionally. All good cowboys.,miss them days.

  17. Joseph bialpando says:

    Awsome

  18. Tina Blake says:

    This is beautiful! I read my childhood here! My grand father who raised me was and is and always will be a cowboy!

  19. Bobandflorencebeard@gmail.com says:

    Work ethics and fond memories

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