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We Remember Our Customers

We Remember Our Customers

While checking out the Instagram world, this morning, I found this gem posted on the Filson page. See those two teepees? Yup, it’s a handmade one from my sewing table, built in a little shop in Oreana, Idaho, by a Buckaroo and his wife. We call this company, J bar D Canvas and Leather.   I remember his name. The man we sold them to.  I remember the conversation Shane had with him. I remember his order. I remember this customer.   I just want to give a shout out to all those that support our small canvas company.  Thank...

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The Way the Cowboy Lives

The Way the Cowboy Lives

Open range. Big blue skies. Whispers of the grass. The gentle sway of a pony.   Good friends. Big fat cattle. Bridles jingle on beat. Happy horses and joyful people.   Hard work. On calloused hands. For loving the reason. The passion of a cowboy.   Keeping tradition. Through those years. When times got hard. We stay true to tradition.   Be true. To the family. Be honest with neighbors. Not ever sparing your loyalty.   Share stories. Spread the news. Of the ranch people. The way the cowboy lives.   ~Jessica Riley ~   #sharetheway #cowboys #ranching #ranchlife #knowyourworth #sunday...

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Times a Changin'

Armata Fringe Cowboy Poem Horses Rough Stock Stock

Times a Changin'

I was out in the round pen Applying the Mic Dundee On 3 killer studs I rescued From out of the local Y Swimming pool When I received a pm on my Buckaroo edition 11 Eye phone Complete with armita fringe holster Seems a job was available Do you shoe Do you straddle rough stuffDo you camp they asked After a quick google search I realized I was 1 of 3 proficient Headed to Walmart to Make it 2 local feed store to round it out I needed a hackamore They said A mechanic handed me one Said it was...

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Note to the Boss

Camping Cowboy Tipi Range Tipi Tipi

Note to the Boss

We had been in camp Since springHorses were on goodGrass and doing well But this ole hand Had missed the 4thNot even seen town Since May Perhaps it was lonelinessOr even curiousness Not sure the itch But knew the scratch I saddled and rodeTook the bay ,left the roanWith a note to the boss Hollared up the canyon For a pard to come alongTo tell you it was grand Would just not do We were in cuffs by 10:00Seems a couple laws were newNo horses inside ???No sock'n the constable ?? No carouse' n?? The boss he got us fetchedBack...

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Battle at the Box T

Spring found usAt camp on the Box T Cow countryAnd special to me To clean up campI was prepared But when I saw the destructionWar I declared Only the ones that share in the hateRealize the mess A pack rat can create They'll poop in the bed Where your tired head needs to rest Or steal your silver At hiding things they are the best They'll chew on your reins Leaving nothing but chains Eat your grub Yep, real pains Run in the rafters All night if they can But I'll tell you, that spring I made the species afraid...

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