The Cowboy

If you are a boy, how many cows do you have to own, to be considered a cowboy? Much thought has been given to this subject, what if the outfit you work for, only run steers? Somehow, the romance of the sunlit plains or of a cowboy drinking coffee by the fire, has been replaced with images of brutality towards horses, and ill treatment towards livestock. The very reason that a buckaroo, drover, cracker, cowboy, or even a rodeo champion, has chosen this occupation, is certainly not so that they can be close and cuddly to the bovine species. Neither, is it for the money! It's usually for the love of the horse. Sure, I admit, some of their ways are harsh, but I believe we are judged as in any race, culture, or profession, by a mere 5% of the whole. It's as if the weekend, or backyard horseman or horsewoman, were a teenager, having more knowledge than their parents, the old cowboy of the west. Like the little kid that comes home from school and says to mom and dad," Oh, there is a new planet, we know more, 'cause my teacher (the clinician) said!" But the parent (the old cowboy) simply states,"No, it's been there the entire time, but technology has just allowed everyone to see it, via Utube." Contrary to the derogatory term that is being used," Don't be cowboyin' around on my horse!" The buckaroo prides himself, on his soft easy-going mannerism, when with his companion, The Horse.