I should have made mention of what variety of Cowboy I was speaking of. Just got a note from a friend that is a real live COWBOY. He was watching the Chipboard. My apologies to him. HE IS A REAL COWBOY AND PROUD OF IT!!

The variety I am speaking of are the ones that think eatin' urinal cakes, gettin' drunk, throwin' up all over your woman, beatin' the livin' hell out of your best friend on Friday or Saturday night(may or may not be girlfriend or wife), most likely can't ride a horse, but if they can it is at the local feedlot, can eat and stunt swallow a whole can of Copenhagen(this facilitates the throwin' up), usually bathe on a weekly or bi-weekly basis(The smell of the West, Maam), Think a 1968 Ford F-250 was the best vehicle ever built(has to have chrome stacks like a Peterbilt, tho), and on and on.

My good friend that is a real Cowboy. HE can, ride, rope, do things to livestock to save their lives, cold winter nights mean nothing to him on the back of a horse(30 below and high wind and he is still riding), Copenhagen just takes your mind off the cold, regards women as an equal(might expect them to rope and ride, too), treats them with respect, DOES NOT EAT URINAL CAKES, Looks down on Feedlot cowboys(Quite often, if provoked will kick the livin' sh*t out of them), Loves the beauty of the land and a great sunrise or sunset, can roll a cigarette(or even a joint) with one hand on horseback in a stiff wind, can eat your lunch in a poker game, keeps himself clean, can swear with the best of them but only when necessary(usually dealing with feedlot cowboys), and has made the decision to do what he does be cause his heart is in it. Quite often owns 25,000 acres and way more just to have some "ROOM."

My apologies to my good friend, Steven.

Mark