Traditional Western Saddle Making: Cowboy Gear and Fine Art Photography

Inside the Workshop of a True Western Craftsman

Custom Western Saddles

“If I created a really, really goddamn nice saddle, and some cowboy—or buckaroo or vaquero—rode that son of a bitch, but took care of it; if he burned the damn edge of the cantle binding off from draggin’ calves, or burnt the fork cover down with a groove where his rope ran, and he wore the flowers down to nothing, that’s a success. It ain’t the son of a bitch in mint condition that’s hanging in a barn somewhere.” That quote from Doug Cox might give you an insight to his personality, but there’s a lot more to know about the obsessed saddle maker from Grangeville, Idaho that’s still feverishly working toward better saddles 50+ years later. His stoic demeanor and unfiltered vocabulary might offer a rough first impression, but he’s sharp as a whip and two steps ahead of everyone. Despite being a world class artist, he retains no ego, is quick to laugh, and only answers your questions with honest thoughts. The kind of guy you never once doubt when he starts a sentence with “Fact is…..”. 

Born in 1950, Doug’s earliest memories formed on the steer ranch his family lived and labored on for 17 years before renting their own. “When you were old enough to work, they worked your ass off”, Doug recalls. For him that was age 7, and a typical day started in the morning, milking cows and feeding saddle horses. In the winter they fed 2,000 head of steer with grain around noon and again with hay at night. Then it was back to milking cows, feeding saddle horses, fixing equipment, supper, sleep, repeat - a typical routine for everyone Doug knew, so he never thought to complain. At 8 or 9 he was put on a horse to start moving cows around, at which point, “you passed the dogs in rank”, he joked. In high school Cox found a job nearby working for a man who raised registered quarter horses, because he didn’t get paid at home, just fed. Other jobs followed; day working for a slew of ranches in the area. He also started stamping leather belts for beer money. The first one came out of shop class. “I backed the teacher up. He couldn’t imagine anybody in high school could do something like that.” Still, all of Doug’s long waking hours were spent horseback in big country where he met a lot of “shittin’ saddle makers”, until moving south in 69’ for an Ag college in Sheridan, Wyoming that had two sports - basketball and rodeo! So began his career riding broncs and showing reining cow horses and cutting horses. More importantly though, he was hanging out at King’s Saddlery after school - drinking coffee, shootin’ the shit, and becoming a recipient of the trickle down effect. Shortly after, the fascination with school vanished, and he was once again enjoying life as a drifting cowboy. 

Towards the end of 1970 his number was picked for the military where he spent 4 years as a corpsman on an Orthopedic Ward. There he received forced knowledge of anatomy and physiology. Being up close and personal with broken people day in and day out taught him about “human construction”, as he calls it. More specifically it cued his one track mind into a would be blueprint for the opposite of a shittin’ saddle. 

After the service, he wound up back in Idaho working in the logging industry, running a Cat and riding broncs on the weekend. That fall, his crew got snowed out and told to sign up for their “rocking chair money”. Never one to welcome idle time, he got the leather bug and decided to get serious, combing Burton’s Leather Craft catalogue and “ordered me a shit ton of tools”. First up were belts and women's handbags which didn’t exactly quench his thirst. Then out of nowhere, he received a call from an old rodeo friend wanting the interior of his Cadillac El Dorado stamped. His first real job! The arm rests and doors were barely finished before the owner got drunk one night and wrapped it around a telephone pole. So his big money job went out with a hangover, but business still progressed and people took notice. In 76’ the legendary saddle maker Ray Holes offered him an apprentice job, as it seemed Cox’s particular knowledge and talent was taking away customers. An incredible opportunity for Doug to learn the business from the ground up! His days were now spent repairing equipment and crafting leather into pouches for vice grip pliers, chaps, and axe scabbards that got sent all around the world. “There was no scrap. We used everything till there wasn’t any left, and turned it into money” says Cox. $2.85/hour sat just fine with him because the real payment was education, and the promise of a position building saddles after 5 years. 

He became a sponge. “You’d go home and try to do everything they did as good as they did. Some things you pick up pretty rapid, and some things I’m still working on today. Nothing is a done deal. Every day is brand new.” Aside from Holes himself, Bob Kelly was Doug’s biggest mentor up to that point. 3 years after Cox signed on at Holes’, Kelly, who built 1,326 saddles in that shop, retired. So Cox was thrown into the job simply because there wasn’t anyone else. He was forced to figure everything out on the fly. “I asked Ray Holes, what happens when you cut out a seat and stamp it, and it stretches, and you can’t get it to go?” Holes bluntly replied “you cry a lot”. By April of 81’ Cox had an Ivy League Degree in making saddles and successfully co-authored 210 riding saddles as well as 360 pack saddles.

Next chapter: Montana - 3 Forks Saddlery. There, letters started coming in complimenting Cox on his seats, and the reality of his seeing his own name on the marquee began to materialize. He left 3 Forks before too long and did some ranch work for a guy in Madison Valley to earn rent money, but made it clear from day 1 that building saddles was the priority. Next came an opportunity to sell those saddles at a Western store on the four corners in Bozeman. And not much later, with 200 saddles to his sole credit, he moved into an old vet clinic building and things went gang busters. “You’re always wondering if you’re gonna starve to death when things go to shit. So I was surprised when the business kept coming”, says Cox. The Montana winter of 97’ didn’t quit. Or as he puts it, “the one that soured my ass”. That October he helped a friend sort replacement heifers and ween and ship calves. “There was 2 feet of snow and it was 21 below zero. On May 15th we still had all that snow in the yard with a whole lot more on top of it. I had enough”, Doug recalls with tangible disdain. In December of 2000 he and his wife Deb, closed on a house in Gardnerville, Nevada, where you’ll still find him today. They did all the moving themselves. Tools, leather, 10 horses, and every barn/house furnishing you can imagine. 14 hours each way. Over and over and over. That put him 3.5 years behind on orders with people calling wanting to know where their saddles were. He just kept plugging along and tinkering with better designs. Cox got very intense over the structure of his seats, asking tree makers to institute changes that would allow for necessary improvements. 911 struck a massive blow to the world, launching a political and economic roller coaster directly impacting his business. Amongst the obvious wreckage, big outfits were getting scooped up by mining companies, and kids didn’t want to cowboy anymore. Fewer cowboys equals less demand for saddles. In classic Cox fashion, he took the ride but didn’t spend too much time worrying. Instead, focusing on getting better, and really, that’s been his psychology all along. He knows the grandest peaks are always followed by a valley no matter who you are, and the only answer is to keep putting out exceptional products. “I ponder a lot of shit and wonder why the hell am I doing what I’m doing? And then you start to think back about how everything that you did taught you what you’re doing now, and that gives you the path to continue”. 

The full time saddle maker/part time philosopher has damn sure earned his loyal and diverse clientele. Everyone from the working cowboy to folks in Texas who never bother to ask the price of a custom Full Flower. His saddles have been shipped to countries like Dubai, Mongolia, Australia, and Canada, “but probably not all 50 states.” Advertising has never been a priority for Cox, trusting that his faultlessly functioning art will lead to word of mouth referrals. There’s one family in Montana that’s bought close to 20 of his saddles over the years, so imagine the conversations they’ve had with neighbors. He believes in taking care of people and appreciates unwavering loyalty. So if you’re buying a custom Cox, then chances are your package will arrive with a little something extra. That might be added stamping, a breast collar, or whatever else he feels like throwing in. After all his years in business you could count on a few fingers the number of clients he’s had trouble with, but they didn’t know what they wanted to begin with. One such customer who couldn’t tell a mare from a mule had the nerve to complain after receiving his custom Cox. So Doug spent months ripping it apart and building it back to the new abhorrent specifications. “Right before I was about to disconnect the phone in Montana, that son of a bitch called wanting to order another saddle”, he recounts with a chuckle. 

At 75 Doug is still pushing his art. After long days wrestling with leather he sits on the couch under a Bison mount, with sketchpad and pencil in a relentless attempt to crack the code on a perfect wild rose to elevate the stamping on his next saddle. When asked why, he stops, stares off for a while in contemplation, then says “it’s just my nature”. Cox wants to feel good about every final product leaving his door because he won’t sleep at night knowing you aren’t 100% satisfied, but that’s not the whole story. In the most humble way possible, with money and fame aside, he yearns to be the best. Your baseline Doug Cox saddle goes for about $4,500, and he’s happy to make that for anyone who asks, but the unconventional creator in him requires ambitious challenges. Doug has been inspired by so many of his predecessors and contemporaries over the years; Ray Holes, Jerry Holes, Billy Gardner, Don King, Merve Ringelo, and Al Stoleman to name a few. According to Doug, “Hamley’s put the best seats in saddles that ever was, but they never made anything fancy”. Visalia on the other hand, is top of the heap in his eyes because of their combination of functionality and stunning aesthetics. Visalia stopped making saddles in the 60’s, yet he still sees them on a pedestal as daily inspiration. “When you saw something you liked, you were a coyote. You just kept chasing it till you got it”, he says. That’s why he decided to make a Visalia style saddle that took up 3 years of his life. Mounting silver to the horn, gullet front, and swell caps alone took he and Ron Meuws (silversmith) three 18 hour days. Nobody asked him to build a $165,000 saddle full of silver and rose gold (currently for sale). It was purely an itch that demanded scratching. Doug genuinely cares about the art he puts into the world, regardless of whether it gets purchased or not. His cumulative life experience in and out of the saddle fuels an insatiable desire to create the perfect saddle. Of course this is a futile effort, but Cox will be the first to tell you that “insanity is cheap”. And as Bob Kelly once told him, “the day you make the perfect saddle, you’re dead”. On the other hand, if a guy like Doug doesn’t have something to shoot for, he’s as good as dead. 

I pulled into Doug’s house one day as another pickup drove off in a huff. Turns out that person had come to offer $50,000 for one of his bridal horses, which he promptly turned down. Why? “Oooohh…….I think a lot more of my horses than that” he said sentimentally. Driving by you’d never know what happens in the nondescript building that turns out world class leather products, and that’s the way he likes it. Interruptions are undesirable at best. The work is all that matters. If you’re lucky enough to get in, seeing the artist at play is something to behold. He’s the only one there, but you never think twice about who the owner might be. It’s Doug’s place and they have a relationship. One complimenting the other, almost symbiotically. It’s the Western version of a one man barbershop that’s organically and unknowingly grown over time. In winter months, the wood stove holds a perpetual fire that warms the walls adorned with hunting trophies, Charlie Russell prints, photos of saddles, memorable bronc rides, head stalls, breast collars, hundreds of hand tools, and a beautiful set of long horns. Piles of the finest leather here, there, and everywhere. Archaic leather equipment foreign to anyone outside his industry. Scattered saddles in various stages of completion - some made for fun, for customers, and others just to look at. The only soundtrack is a crackling fire, his grazing horses, and whatever Mother Nature decides to muster up that day. He’s locked in to the work with no need for entertainment. His eyes never divert from the leather when reaching for tools and you get the feeling he could maneuver through the impeccably cluttered shop blindfolded and never miss a beat. If you poke around too long you’re sure to stumble on a few revolvers and Winchester repeaters, loaded of course. His shop is exactly what you’d expect of someone that has spent a life in leather. As usual, Doug is currently back ordered on saddles for clients new and old, near and far. He’s in a good place - people still want a Doug Cox saddle. He jokingly baulks with frustration about being busy, knowing full well that’s all he wants. Then goes on about a new saddle he’s cooking up. A Mother Hubbard,which was a popular style in the 1860’s, but people don’t think about them much anymore. They are absolutely hellacious to build, even for a veteran with 923 saddles to his mark. “So, why”?, I asked. Again, he looks off for a while, then says with a grin, “just because”. 

If you’re someone who appreciates the heritage of the West — whether you’ve ridden the range or just admire it from afar — I invite you to take a look at my collection of cowboy photography prints. These are real working ranches, real cowboys, and real moments, captured with the same authenticity Doug brings to every saddle he makes.

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Western saddle with lariat, rifle, and scabbard

Custom Western saddle maker in Nevada

The tools needed to make custom Western saddles

Doug Cox at work on a custom Western saddle

Intricate leather stamping on a custom Western saddle

Sewing leather for a custom saddle

Doug Cox creating a Western Saddle at his workshop in Nevada

Custom silver saddle

Leather work on a custom saddle

Details of a Western saddle being made at a workshop in Nevada

Capture the Spirit of the American West with Fine Art Prints of Old Corrals on Historic Cattle Ranches

Timeless Beauty of Old Corrals: Fine Art Photography Prints

Ian Tyson said best with the now famous line “I like old corrals and sagebrush…”

The American West is a land rich with tradition, rugged landscapes, and stories that span generations. Among the most iconic and enduring symbols of this heritage are the old corrals on cattle ranches that have been used for decades, if not centuries, to round up and care for livestock. These weathered, rustic structures hold a deep connection to the West’s cowboy culture and the hardworking men and women who maintain the traditions of the land.

As a Western photographer, I have had the privilege of capturing the beauty and authenticity of these historic corrals, immortalizing them in fine art photography prints. The texture of aged wood, the worn fences, and the fading paint tell a story of hard work, resilience, and a lifestyle that is slowly fading from the modern landscape. Each photograph brings to life the essence of ranching life in the American West—gritty, timeless, and beautifully raw.

These color and black-and-white prints evoke the nostalgia of a past era, where the sight of a well-worn corral set against sweeping landscapes was part of daily life. Whether you are drawn to the rugged beauty of these structures or simply appreciate the rawness of Western landscapes, these prints make a stunning addition to any collection. They are more than just photographs—they are windows into the heart of the American West, preserving a piece of history for future generations.

Perfect for those who appreciate Western art, rustic decor, or historical photography, these fine art prints of old corrals will transport you to the heart of the American West. They invite the viewer to pause and reflect on the enduring legacy of ranching, while adding an element of rustic elegance to any space.

Contact me directly if you’d like a western photography print of these old corrals for your home, office, or commercial space - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Old wood cattle corrals in the American West

Black and white photograph of wood cattle corrals

Old cattle corrals covered in snow

Montana Cattle Ranch

Morning sun shines on the Sierra Nevada mountains and a cattle ranch outside Bridgeport, CA

Photograph of the cattle pens on the C-Punch Ranch near Lovelock, Nevada

Sunset on a cattle ranch in Arizon

Black and white photograph of wood cattle corrals in front of an iconic Western backdrop

Photograph of wood fence posts reflected in water at sunset on the Diamond A Ranch in Arizona

Wood corrals on a cattle ranch in Colorado

Authentic Cowboy Photography: Preserving the Spirit of the American West

Timeless Images of Cowboys: Fine Art Photography Prints for Western Enthusiasts

Bring the unique charm of the American West into your home with our collection of authentic limited edition cowboy photography prints. Each image captures the spirit of the frontier, showcasing iconic scenes of cowboys in action—wrangling cattle, riding horses across vast open plains, and building bonds in the branding pen.

These hand signed prints highlight the raw beauty of the Western landscape, from sweeping vistas of golden prairies to dramatic mountain backdrops. With a focus on authenticity, each photograph reflects the grit and grace of cowboy life, celebrating the tradition and heritage of this enduring culture.

Perfect for home décor or as a unique gift for lovers of Western history, our prints come in various sizes and formats, allowing you to find the perfect piece to complement your space. Bring the essence of the Wild West into your home with our stunning cowboy photography—where every print tells a story of adventure, resilience, and the timeless allure of the open range.

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Authentic western cowboy photography prints

Black and white framed cowboy photography prints

Crafted by Hand: The Art of ML Leddy’s Cowboy Boots

Western History: Capturing Photographs of the Craftsmanship Behind ML Leddy’s Legendary Cowboy Boots

In a world racing toward efficiency, ML Leddy’s in Texas stands like an old oak, rooted in tradition, refusing to bend to the winds of mass production. Here, cowboy boots aren’t churned out by machines; they’re born from human hands, each stitch a testament to the maker’s skill and patience. The people who craft these boots are artists, though they’d never call themselves that. Their tools are awls and knives, not brushes or chisels, and their medium is leather that’s been carefully chosen, cut, and coaxed into something remarkable.

Photographing the process at ML Leddy’s is like stepping into a world where time slows down. Every detail matters here, from the first cut of a hide to the final polish of a boot. The craftsmen move with the quiet confidence of those who have done this work for years, their hands weathered but sure. The air smells of leather and dye, the kind of scent that seems to hold stories of cattle drives and dusty trails.

One of the most striking moments I captured was the carving of the intricate designs that make ML Leddy’s boots so distinct. The artisan bent over his workbench, focused entirely on the pattern he was etching into the leather. The light caught the curve of his hand, the fine lines of his face, and the swirling design that seemed to bloom under his blade. It wasn’t just bootmaking—it was poetry, written one cut at a time.

The photographs tell the story of more than just boots—they tell the story of a tradition. ML Leddy’s boots are built to last a lifetime, but they’re also built to carry a legacy. These aren’t boots you wear lightly; they’re boots that hold the weight of history, made for people who understand the value of something made to endure.

As the camera clicked, I watched a master shoemaker fit the heel onto the sole, his hands steady, his movements deliberate. The room was filled with the soft sounds of leather being worked, tools tapping, and quiet conversations between craftsmen. The rhythm of the shop felt as timeless as the boots themselves, a reminder that in this corner of the world, some things still take time—and are better for it.

What I love most about photographing ML Leddy’s is the connection between the people and the product. Every detail, every flourish, every stitch speaks to the care and dedication that go into each pair of boots. These are boots made by hands that know the land, by people who understand that quality isn’t something you rush.

ML Leddy’s cowboy boots aren’t just footwear; they’re works of art, each one as unique as the person who wears them. My photographs aim to capture the soul of this process—the grit, the beauty, and the undeniable pride that comes from creating something that will walk its own story into the world.

For anyone who appreciates craftsmanship, tradition, and the timeless appeal of the American West, ML Leddy’s boots are more than worth a look. And for me, as a photographer, they’re a subject that never runs out of stories to tell.

Go HERE to see more of my Western Photography And contact me directly if you’d like a photography print of ML Leddy’s - rob@robhammerphotography.com

Custom sign at ML Leddy’s in San Angelo, TX.

Wood boot lasts fill the shelves at ML Leddy’s

Alligator leather cowboy boots

Handmade cowboy boots

Stitching cowboy boots by hand

Measuring a boot last for handmade cowboy boots in Texas

Wood nails attach a boot sole at ML Leddy’s in San Angelo, TX

Handmade cowboy boots in Texas

KJZZ Phoenix Radio

Basketball Photography Exhibition

So happy to see/hear this interview by Mike Brodie on KJZZ Radio in Phoenix with Western Spirit Museum’s exhibition coordinator Henry Terry. They discussed my American Backcourts photographs which will be on display their at the museum in Scottsdale until mid April 2025. It’s so fulfilling to see this project getting recognition after shooting it for 13+ years, so please click the LINK if you’d like to listen to their conversation.

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KJZZ Radio interview with Western Spirit Museum’s exhibition coordinator Henry Terry.

Tom Moorhouse

Tom Moorhouse - Cowboy

Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame

Tom Moorhouse is a Texas legend so it’s no wonder that he was inducted into the Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame. He’s cowboyed all his left. Never wanted to do anything different. A born cowpuncher. Aside from keeping his own herd of cattle, he also worked for many years at the famed Tongue River Ranch and 6666 Ranch. Tom is a hell of a story teller and might just have the best ears in the business. He was very gracious with his time, showing me around the ranch and the cemetery he built there for his wives. It was interesting to hear a guy like Tom being so candidly emotional when talking about them. I’m real grateful to have met and photographed him. Do yourself a favor and look up some videos of Tom online. He’s got a voice perfect for telling cowboy stories that you could listen to for days.

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Tom Moorhouse - Texas Cowboy

Cowpuncher - Tom Moorhouse

Portrait of legendary Texas cowboy Tom Moorhouse

Tom Moorhouse

The Year's Best Photographs

American Photography Competition

The American Photography Competition is one of only a handful of competitions that I believe in out of the countless scams out there promising worldwide “exposure” for photographers. So it’s an honor to say that two of my cowboy photographs have been selected for the AP 40 - Year’s Best Photos! If you’d like to be humbled and inspired then go through the gallery of winning images . So much beautiful work in there.

If you’d like to see more of my authentic cowboy photographs go to this Gallery . And go HERE to purchase photography prints from the cowboy series.

Award winning cowboy photography

Award winning Western Photography

Western Spirit Museum

Photography Exhibition - Basketball

Scottsdale’s Museum of the West

Incredibly thrilled to announce a new exhibition of my American Backcourts series at the Western Spirit Museum in Scottsdale, Arizona. Not only is it a honor for me, but I also see it as a big win for the sport of basketball to be featured this way in a western museum. I love the American West so much and have been working on this basketball photography series all over the country for about 13 years now. So to have the game celebrated in place where most people never associate the two, is quite gratifying! If you’re in the area, please stop by to see the show as well as the other incredible exhibitions they have throughout the museum. I particularly enjoyed seeing William Matthews work in person. I’ve been a fan of his for a while now and have enjoyed seeing his work in books, but nothing compares to seeing it in real life.

More from the press release:

SCOTTSDALE, Ariz., August 22, 2024 –  Western Spirit: Scottsdale’s Museum of the West announced today the opening of the upcoming exhibition Rob Hammer: American Backcourts, which will be on view from August 26, 2024, through April 13, 2025. This exhibition offers a fresh perspective on the New West by showcasing the distinctive relationship between basketball and the Western United States through the lens of acclaimed photographer Rob Hammer.

American Backcourts presents a stunning collection of images that capture the essence of basketball in the West—where the sport, though not traditionally associated with the region, embodies the pioneering spirit that defines the American West. Over 13 years and 300,000 miles, Hammer has traversed the Western United States, documenting rustic and makeshift basketball courts that tell the stories of resilience, ingenuity, and the enduring love of the game.

Inspired by a photograph of NBA legend Larry Bird’s childhood hoop in French Lick, Indiana, Hammer’s journey reveals how even the simplest setups can nurture greatness. His work showcases the raw beauty of handmade hoops crafted from whatever materials are at hand, placed in environments as diverse as the Western landscape itself—on dirt, grass, clay, and gravel. These images reflect the love of basketball and the resourceful and indomitable spirit that has come to define the West.

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Photography exhibition at the Western Spirit Museum in Scottsdale, Arizona

Western Photography Gallery

Cowboy Prints - Fine Art

Photographing American cowboys is a great honor. I also see it as a necessity, to document and celebrate a culture that takes so much pride in their thankless job. Their way of life has gone greatly unchanged for the past 100 years, but it seems like that may not be true for the hundred years ahead. So I’m proud to share this western gallery of photographs of people that value authenticity in the same way that I do. These are more than photographs—they’re windows into a world that is misunderstood.

For those who feel the pull of the open ranges of the American West and the stories it holds, I invite you to explore this collection. To keep their culture alive, but also to keep photography alive in the printed form. So each exhibition and fine art print that you display on your wall means a hell of a lot. Not only to promote the Western culture and the people that dedicate their lives to it, but to remind viewers of the power of a printed photograph.

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Western cowboy photography prints

Cowboy Photography Gallery

Black and white cowboy print

Photograph of a Montana cattle drive

Western Photography Gallery

Teal Blake

Teal Blake - Cowboy - Painter

Western Artist

Teal Blake has been an artist for as long as he can remember and people are drawn to his painting of cowboys and horses because of the authenticity that only comes from someone genuinely living the lifestyle. He’s not the kind of guy that fabricates imagery in his head. Every brush stroke that’s put on his sought after canvas’ comes from real life experiences he’s had as a cowboy himself. So it’s no wonder that Blake is the youngest member that has ever been asked to join Cowboy Artists of America.

I’m personally drawn to Teal’s paintings, which is why I contacted him a while back about getting together for a shoot. Luckily a home for the article was easily found in Western Art Collector Magazine, making it a win all the way around for everyone. The longer I live in this photography world the more important it becomes to focus on projects and stories that interest me. Otherwise, what’s the point? There has to be more than a paycheck at the end of the day. Hanging out with Teal in his art studio in Texas was great. He’s a really easy going guy, which can be rare in the art universe that’s so often filled with egos. Aside from our shared interest in creating work about cowboys, Teal is also a fly fisherman and food lover, so we naturally had a lot to talk about. After having dinner at his house with he and his girlfriend, Teal’s generosity continued when he gave me a box of flies to fish with on the Brazos River the next morning because all the fly shops were closed. He’s originally from Montana, but that’s what I’ve come to know as Texas Hospitality.

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Teal Blake painting in his studio in Texas

Western cowboy painter Teal Blake

Photographs of Teal Blake in his art studio

Western Horseman Magazine

Cowboy Photographer

It’s been 3.5+ years since I started photographing working cowboys all across the American West and I remain humbled by every opportunity that’s come along. This is by far my favorite project to date and one that I don’t plan on stopping. So it’s an honor being included in Western Horseman Magazine’s list of best photographers for 2024! If you could please take a minute to vote for me it would be greatly appreciated. You can do so once a day until July 1st at this link:

https://westernhorseman.com/best-of-western-horseman/people/#photographers

Thank you so much!

Cattle Ranching in Carson Valley, Nevada

Carson Valley, Nevada Cowboy Photography

This whole cowboy project “officially” started 3+ years ago through a series of random events that landed me at a bull sale in Gardnerville, Nevada. There I met Spencer Anderson of the Anderson Cattle Co. We wound up chatting, and after explaining to him what I was trying to do, he invited me to his cattle branding that would take place a few months down the road. At the time, I was as green as can be, so the whole thing was an eye opening experience to say the least. A look into the Western world that I’d been searching for. Spencer and his wife Jessica were the first people to let me IN - a debt I can never repay. They are first generation cattle ranchers with leases in Carson Valley, Nevada and Chico, California. I was immediately struck by not only their kindness, but their passion for the business and lifestyle. It was contagious. Over the years we’ve developed a friendship that I’m extremely grateful for, which came full circle when they asked me to produce some work for them, and later trusted me to tell their story in Working Ranch Magazine. They are as real as it gets, being very open about their struggles getting to where they are today - an incredibly refreshing contrast to the bullshit personas the rest of the world portrays on Instagram. Stories like theirs need to be told because it can inspire other people to follow their dreams in the same way.

If you’d like to get some of their beef shipped directly to your home, visit their website 2A Beef

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Anderson Cattle Co - Carson Valley, Nevada

Ranch direct beef in Carson Valley, Nevada

Buck Brannaman Photographs

Buck Brannaman - Horse Trainer

Imagine being a fly on the wall while Marlon Brando rehearses lines alone in his dressing room. Or being the only person at Yankee Stadium while Mickey Mantle takes batting practice.  Witnessing a master at work is a gift. Like watching an IG video of tourists approaching Bison in Yellowstone, it’s nearly impossible to look away. However, access to such events isn’t often granted and requires some form of payment. That might be putting in your time with sweat equity, or the purchase of an elusive ticket that seems to vanish the second it hits the internet. Stumbling upon greatness by way of simply being in the right place/right time, is something else all together. Such was the case last fall in Montana on the historic OW Ranch outside of Decker. 

Buck Brannaman - Western Horseman Magazine

If you’re reading this, then you know who Buck Brannaman is, so that’ll save us some time. On this particular hot and buggy day, the OW crew led by Gabe Clark, had gathered and branded a couple hundred calves. Afterward they all trailered back to HQ and unloaded horses into the barn. One cowgirl was having a hard time with Lux - a 4 year old Quarter Horse Mare, getting in and out of her trailer. You’re familiar with the sound of raging hooves slamming against metal, each one increasing in decibels. The kind of commotion that causes everyone to instinctively hop over the top rail in fear of a broken leg, or worse. A few attempts were made to coach Lux’s anxiety, while Brannaman stood quietly nearby, graciously watching the next generation work out their own problems. But that horse no more wanted to walk into a trailer than a toddler wants to be thrown into the deep end of a pool. After twenty minutes his excitement could be bridled no longer, so he asked kindly for a swing. That’s when the day changed. A place filled with energy, laughs, and the general happiness of branding season, now felt more like a classroom with all eyes on the professor. Every cowboy/girl stopped in their tracks to watch, hoping to sponge knowledge from the master. Nearby truck seats and trailers were the only option for shade, so they quickly became the students desks, conveniently half circled around the teacher. And for clarification, the OW is filled with highly skilled hands. So the onlookers weren’t just a bunch of wanna be’s, but every good cowboy knows that learning is a lifelong process.  

Famous Horse Trainer - Buck Brannaman

It had already been a full day and getting hotter. Brannaman wasn’t planning on being Brannaman right then. This week was sort of a vacation for him, so the program read brand calves then relax on the front porch with a cocktail, but he simply couldn’t help himself. Did Michael Jordan ever turn down a challenge? No, he seeked them out. Space in the trailer was tight. Side to side there was only room enough for the horse and Buck, but of course he seemed right at home. Even when it got Western. It didn’t take long to realize this wouldn’t be a 10 minute project, so the students settled in, happy to receive an invaluable education. Time ticked by imperceptibly while the sun beat down on Brannanam as he stood surrounded by metal and exacerbated equine. “Buck, do you need some water?” “No, I’m good”, he’d say without lifting his head or taking eyes off the horse. Tap Tap Tap. Over and over again, calculated touches of his flag to Lux’s back shoulder, belly, and feet while gently urging with the reins in his left hand. A delicate dance of give and take.  The horse showed signs of improvement then regression, half stepping it’s back legs like it was being pushed off the edge of a cliff, genuinely afraid.Once inside he slammed his head repeatedly on the roof, then dropped right to the ground, rattling the entire trailer. After an hour some of the hands begrudgingly left only out of obligation to set up a trap for the next day's branding. Everyone else took no notice because their eyes were glued on the “action”. At one point Buck said in his own calm way that these types of exercises are crowd thinners because most people lack the longevity to deal with such subtle wins. Which makes you realize that patience is the conduit to his greatness. Lux wasn’t even his horse. Nor was he leading one of his world famous clinics, but you get the sense that his obligation to the animals and desire to help trumps all that.  Another 30 minutes went by with small gains and bigger losses. Still though, there was no wavering from Brannaman. He was there to complete the task. The only sounds heard were the flickering of the flag until the slightest bit of progress was made, which he recognized verbally but didn’t celebrate. Another 30 minutes passed. Two hours into an impromptu session and you had to wonder where he’d draw the line and start thinking about a cold whisky. When asked what to do if he felt the horse was out of patience, he stated that horses are much more patient than humans. And if your horse isn’t listening, then you probably don’t have anything interesting to say! 

Buck Brannaman working with a young horse on the OW Ranch in Montana

Buck Brannaman training a horse

A half hour and several hundred taps of the flag later, the guys came back from setting up the traps and Buck was still at work in the same 10 ft bubble as when they left. The only thing that had changed was the horse. After several thousand taps of the flag, he could almost seamlessly walk in and out of the trailer. His calm and confidence now mirroring Brannamans because they developed a mutual trust. After a few more taps, Buck said quietly “that’s the one”. Sure enough, he had successfully taken Lux from being an outright liability to a gentle collaborator. Any anxiety and hesitation had been erased. All this on a day when he simply wanted to throw some loops in good company and soak up a Montana sunset. Most people might have given Lux the old college try if anything at all. Buck spent 2.5 hours because that’s what he was born to do. Saying no or walking away wasn’t an option. And for those lucky enough to bear witness, they received the gift of a lifetime. Afterward his daughter Reata joked “you might have a future in this, Dad.” To which he calmly replied, “I don’t know, it’s kinda competitive” 

Photograph of Buck Brannaman on the OW Ranch in Montana

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Montana Cowboys: A Life Lived Close to the Land

Through the Lens: Capturing the Grit and Grace of Montana’s Cowboys

The Montana cowboy doesn’t need an audience. His life, tied as it is to the rhythm of the land, unfolds whether or not anyone is watching. But for those who do, there’s something magnetic about it—a life that feels both hard-earned and untouched by time.

When I step onto a ranch with my camera, I’m not just looking for a photograph; I’m trying to catch a moment that’s as honest as the dirt under a cowboy’s boots. Montana is a land of big skies and even bigger silences, and its cowboys carry that same quiet strength. They work with a kind of grace that comes from repetition—reining in a horse, throwing a rope, or sitting a saddle of leather that’s seen more miles than most of us ever will.

Out here, you don’t ask for a pose. You wait. You watch. The best photographs are the ones that seem to catch the air mid-breath: a cowboy leaning against a fence at dawn, the light spilling across his hat brim; a horse kicking up dust in a corral, the sun caught in every grain; a rider silhouetted against a sky so wide it seems to hold all of Montana in its grasp.

The work isn’t glamorous, and it isn’t meant to be. These are men and women who live close to the land, who measure time not by the ticking of a clock but by the turn of the seasons. They brand cattle in the spring, cut hay in the summer, and brace against blizzards in the winter. And yet, for all the grit and sweat, there’s a poetry to their lives—a rhythm that speaks to something old and enduring.

I’ve always believed the Montana cowboy is more than an icon; he’s a testament to the hard work, independence, and quiet pride that built the West. My photographs aim to honor that legacy, capturing the way the dust hangs in the air after a herd moves through or how the golden hour stretches long and slow over a ranch at the edge of nowhere.

Montana has a way of making everything feel bigger—the mountains, the skies, even the silences. And its cowboys are no exception. They move through the land like they belong to it, not the other way around. For me, every photograph is an opportunity to show that connection, to capture a way of life that feels as timeless as the wind through the grass.

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Diamond A Ranch - Arizona

Iconic Western Cowboy Photographs

The Diamond A Ranch is the largest cattle ranch in the Southwest at 725,000 acres. That’s a hard figure to wrap your brain around, so imagine your daily job is working cattle on that stunning piece of land!? Cowboys are tough people, but you need to be a tougher breed altogether for that lifestyle. Over a few different visits I got to know a number of the people on the Diamond A crew and am honored to call a few of them friends! The owners (Rick and Sarah Kieckhefer) showed me great hospitality as did all of their cowboys/cowgirls. It really is an honor just being aloud on these historic ranches, so I couldn’t be any more proud to to share this story that was recently published in Western Horseman Magazine - a publication that’s been a staple in the cowboy world since 1936!

Original article from the magazine:

A crew of 5 leaves the corrals at a trot, heading out to gather a pasture that only ends at the morning sun hovering above the horizon. It feels like watching a fleet of sailboats gracefully catch wind from harbor into the open ocean, getting smaller and smaller until they melt into the sea. There’s no telling when or if they’ll ever return. Such is life for cowboys on the Diamond A Ranch outside of Seligman, Arizona. At 725,000 acres it’s the largest in the southwest and aptly nicknamed The Big Boquillas. 

“Don’t hire him if his wife isn’t there for the interview” says Sarah Kieckhefer to her husband Rick - owners of the Diamond A. She knows it takes a special breed to work this kind of spread and deal with such solitude. If the wife shows up sight unseen on day 1 and realizes her camp is 3.5 hours from the nearest town with a grocery store, it doesn’t matter how handy the cowboy is, they won’t be staying long. The land itself is owned by the Navajos and was leased for 32 years by the legendary Harvey Dietrich, who hand picked Rick in 2018 as his successor. The Kiechkefers already owned their fair share of ranches, including the K4 outside Prescott, which has been in the family since his great grandfather started it in1941. So Rick didn’t jump at Harvey’s offer until he said “you know, they aren’t making any more land”. A hard fact to argue for anyone looking to grow, and it’s not everyday that a ranch of this size falls in your lap. So he accepted the full lease in 2021, increasing his acreage overnight by roughly the size of Rhode Island. 

The diverse charisma of the Diamond A is something to behold. From its large sections carpeted in Juniper and Cedar trees that will eat up cattle, horses, a cowboy, and his dogs, to the Cataract Plains, where you can see for 50 miles. Oh, and its northern border collides eloquently with one of planet earth’s greatest icons - The Grand Canyon! But make no mistake about it, The Diamond A is a real cowboy outfit. Everything they do is with cows and horses. There is no oil money like most in Texas. Rick and Sarah still live on the family ranch, so it’s no surprise that they continue the dying tradition of pulling a wagon for the Diamond A’s spring and fall works. Rick’s pedigree doesn’t stop at ranching, as he spent a handful of years rodeoing in the NFR (2001-2006), before shifting focus back to the K4 with mom+dad. Then spreading his wings further with the purchase of a few other leases and a feed yard near the Mexican border. Sarah spent all of her years earning stripes as a barrel racer and rancher as well. The perfect team. And while the Diamond A alone boasts 8,000 head of mother cows, he insists they are in the people business. Knowing amongst all else that it takes the right people, and treating people right. When they took over, culture at The Big Bo needed a major shift,  which was no small task, but as Rick says “Ranching is passion driven. If you don’t have passion then you’re in the wrong business, because it’s a tough son of a buck”. Under prior leadership, communication between crews was abysmal. Cowboys didn’t talk to the water guys, that didn’t talk to the mechanics, and around in a circle. Rick says “I want more of a family. The whole ranch is all of our ranch”. So they dove in deep to find the right personnel and currently employ 12 full time cowboys living at 7 different camps. Two of which (Heath Denell and Ben Pat Kimball) are the sons of cowboys that previously held tenure at the Diamond A.  Being so remote, the crew might not hear from the boss for days at a time, so they are expected to be self starters, but also given the freedom to make their own decisions. Tell a guy with a family he has to camp out on the ground for a month straight, and he’ll soon be looking for another job. As long as he gets it done, the cost of a little more fuel is worth the rub to keep people happy.  The Kiechefers aren’t afraid to hire women either if they come as a team. Josh Halko (cow boss) and Heather (Dufek) Halko came down from Montana in November of 2021 and have overseen 300,0000 acres worth of pasture ever since. “Sarah and Rick have been amazing. They treat us like family” says Heather. She also adds that their job is to cowboy, nothing else. “We are given guidelines and our country, and expected to work it the best way we know how. We’re never micromanaged.” The Halko’s recently gave birth to twins (Quirt and Roan). A joyous yet stressful time for any couple without any nearby help. Even worse for a cowgirl in the middle or nowhere that can’t saddle. So Heather was worried about losing her string of horses as well as her job. She assuredly kept both.

Water is the common denominator for all ranches, so the whole crew will always pray for rain. This outfit is set up a bit differently though, with 400 miles of underground pipeline and a handful of holding tanks peppered evenly across the land. Nevertheless,  genetics were changed by bringing down heifers from Montana and the Dakotas that would be more tolerant of Arizona’s weather conditions. The horse program also needed help, which Sarah was thrilled to execute. “I always tell people that I’m cow crazy and my wife is horse crazy,” says Rick. Without four wheelers or helicopters, you need a lot of great horses to cover a ranch of such grandeur. Rick again adds “We go pretty hard. It’s big country. It’s tough. The days are long. We don’t work cattle for 3 weeks out of the year. We work em’ 8 months out of the year.” Owning the historic bloodlines of Driftwood Ike, you can bet they have implemented a great plan for continuing to breed the appropriate horses. And have already attracted some big names to their own Legacy Ranch Horse Sale. 

Sarah will be the first to tell you that her husband’s greatest asset is progressive thinking. He always gives a considerable amount of his already overflowing days and nights to what will be best for the ranch 1, 5, 10, and 20 years from now. He knows that you need to diversify in order to survive, so he took cues from Dietrich about meat packers suppressing the industry and making record profits, while the producers remained handcuffed. Unfortunately Harvey passed on Christmas Eve of 2020, but the building blocks were already in place to “write their own story”, dedicating 20% of production to boxed beef. And after a few years of figuring out all the moving parts, their gourmet products can now be found in such restaurants as the 5 star - Orange Sky and Phoenician in Phoenix as well as the Royal Palms and Sanctuary in Scottsdale. They’ve even attracted famous chefs like Chris Bianco that want to collaborate because they believe in the story and the product. If that sounds glamorous, think again. Only the middle meats of each cow can be sold to a restaurant, so ranchers need an outlet for the remaining 75%, or they’ll soon be out of business. And, if you can’t  deliver a year round supply, your partners will find someone who can. The Kiechefers want to grow their boxed beef sales to about 30-40%, but the main goal is to be better every day in every aspect of their business through efficiency. And the best way to achieve that in their mind, is having people that want to be there. People that feel ownership and pride in the ranch. Ricks says “the most important thing is that it’s those guys this year, those guys next year, and it’s those guys the year after making the decisions”.

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Cowboy Culture Photography

American West - Wall Art - Cowboy Culture

What a humbling gift it is being able to spend time on working cattle ranches. This photography series documenting cowboys in the American West has been going on for well over two years now, and I hope it never ends. There is no amount of gratitude I could express to the cowboys and cowgirls for allowing me to be along for the ride. Most of them would never call it work, but still, what they do isn’t just a vital key to supplying the country with beef, it’s an undeniably important piece of American culture. One that most people will never understand because they aren’t able to see it with their own eyes.

This set of images is from the Diamond A Ranch outside of Seligman, Arizona. At 750,000 acres, it’s the largest in the southwest. A piece of property that will make you feel small in a hurry. The images you see here are from my second visit to the ranch, and I’m proud to call a few of the people in them my friends. Stay tuned for more from this shoot. Some of the images should be published in a magazine soon.

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Photograph of two cowboys riding horses at sunrise with a beautiful western scene behind them

Black and white photograph of two cowboys roping a wild steer

Photograph of cowboys eating dinner in a bunkhouse

Photograph of a cowboy saddling his horse early in the morning on an Arizona cattle ranch

Photograph of two cowboy riding their horses through tough terrain in Arizona

Black and White photograph of two cowboys in a bunkhouse

Sign for the Rose Well camp on the Diamond A Ranch - Center of the Universe

Arizona Cattle Ranch

K4 Ranch - Prescott, Arizona

Western photography when it comes to cowboys and cattle ranching has been around a long time. You might argue as long as the profession itself, since the legendary L.A. Huffman did it back in the 1800’s. Art collectors like to hang fine art photographs of the action - cattle branding, bucking broncs, stampedes, etc. And all of that is damn sure fun to photograph, but what about the quiet moments? Before and after the action when a cattle ranch is at rest. Those are just as fun to photograph, and important to show as a piece of the story telling puzzle. Last week I was fortunate to visit the historic K4 Ranch outside of Prescott, Arizona. It’s got a rich history in the cattle world as well as for it’s horses with notable bloodlines coming from the famous Driftwood Ike, among many others. Being there for the action is always prefered, but I find myself being very grateful for the off times that make way for images you would never otherwise have time to see or make.

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A cowboy’s revolver

Brady and Marianne Clark - Cowboys

Horse corrals on the K4 Ranch in Prescott Arizona

Brady Clark - Cowboy

Photograph of used horseshoes sitting in a bucket on a cattle ranch in Arizona

Cowboy riding through thick brush

Ropes from King’s Saddlery hang on a cow skull on the K4 Ranch in Prescott, Arizona

Marianne Clark - Cowgirl

Photograph of a roping dummy on a cattle ranch in the American West

Rick and Sarah Kieckhefer

A cowboy’s shoeing station for his horse on a cattle ranch in Arizona

Arizona cowboys

Cowgirl feeding horses

Horses running free on an Arizona cattle ranch

World Champion Cowgirl

Saddling a horse on the K4 Ranch in Prescott, AZ

Arizona cowgirl

3 legged cattle dog

Doug Monson - Western Charcoal Artist

Best Western Charcoal Artist - Fine Art

Doug Monson is a western charcoal artist that lives in Afton, Wyoming in the Star Valley. While his his entire life has been dedicated to art, it wasn’t until recently that full time success became a reality. Nowadays you can find his beautiful charcoal drawings of cowboys and wildlife hanging in his own Western Skies Gallery, Jackson Hole’s oldest fine art gallery - Wilcox Gallery , and in the homes of fine art collectors all over the world .

Its wild to look back and see how certain parts of your life come together. I make it a point to do as much backcountry snowboarding in Jackson Hole, WY as possible. The terrain and snow quality is just top notch. This past winter we were up there during a particularly cold storm which got down to -30 for 3 days in a row. The excitement overtook me, as it often does, and I forgot to treat my diesel pickup truck with the proper chemicals that would keep it from freezing. So, it froze. Literally. To the point that it was towed to the dealership in order to thaw out in their heated garage. Aside from costing a lot of money to fix, it also kept me in Jackson for longer than expected. My friends went out riding while I dealt with the truck, leaving a large portion of the day open. So I walked around town to all of the famous galleries like Wilcox Gallery, Horizon Fine Art, Gallery Wild, Heather James Fine Art, Altamira Fine Art, and Brookover Gallery, to name just a few. Jackson Hole has a LOT of fine art that can keep just about anyone happy for days at a time. I’d been meaning to tour the galleries anway, in hopes of finding a place to sell some of the work from my photography series on Cowboys. So having that day was an unwanted blessing in disguise. And the inspiration you can get from seeing so much great work can be addicting for any kind of artist.

By the time my truck was ready I was in a rush, which caused me to take the quick way home instead of taking several days sniffing around for photographs. The “quick” route took me through Afton where I stumbled upon Western Skies Gallery. Still having the gallery bug I went in and was greeted by Doug Monson, who I soon learned was a charcoal artist and the gallery owner. Upstairs above the gallery is his working studio. I was in awe of the space and asked if it would be ok to make some photographs while he was working. Doug obliged and we would up spending an hour or two just hanging out talking while he drew and I made photographs. I had no idea what would happen with the images, but was inspired by the space and his work. A few weeks later it occured to me that it would be fun to write an article on Monson, and here we are 10 months later with a feature in Western Art Collector Magazine!

Western charcoal artist Doug Monson at work on a drawing in his Afton, Wyoming studio.

Doug Monson drawing a cowboy with charcoal at his studio in Afton, Wyoming

The beautiful fine art of western charcoal artist Doug Monson

Boots O'Neal

Boots O’Neal - Cowboy - 6666 Ranch - Texas

Being a photographer has been a great pleasure and an even greater adventure. It’s taken me to some outstanding parts of the earth and allowed me to photograph some of the most famous athletes on it. “Who is your favorite?”, has always been a common question. Until recently, that was an impossible question to answer, now the final is Boots. Boots O’Neal is a 90 year old cowboy on the 6666 Ranch in Texas. A more inspiring human you will not meet. To learn more about him continue reading this piece I wrote that was originally published with Wrangler.

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Boots O’Neal on his horse working cattle in the corrals at the 6666 Ranch

Imagine for a moment, waking up in the hospital with 12 broken ribs, a punctured lung, broken vertebrae, and a bleeding brain. Now imagine that pain at 82 years of age. Cal Ripken Jr. was Major League Baseball's “Ironman”. Earning the nickname after playing 2,632 consecutive games. Put those end to end and you’ve got over 7 years of straight baseball. An astonishing stat and impressive feat only possible for a human made from the toughest stock. No offense to Mr. Ripken, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the Texas legend - Boots O’Neal, who's been horseback for the better part of the last 75 years. Despite the aforementioned injuries, piled on a lifetime of other broken body parts, the now 90 year old cowboy shows no desire whatsoever to retire. You’d think someone that’s lived in such a way would have a face much resembling their saddle that’s endured as many miles. Instead, O’Neal’s is endearing, and fixed with a perpetual smile that causes you to do the same. The kind of guy that inadvertently makes you a better person just by being in his presence. 

While we’re on the stat train, let’s dole out a few more just to drive the point home, what an outlier he truly is. The average retirement age in America is 62. The average age of death is 78. And a cowboy will normally take home about $31,466 a year. At a time in life when most folks are either dead or in a nursing home, Boots wakes up every morning with excitement to saddle a horse and work cattle alongside fellow cowpunchers that could be his grandkids. People just aren’t built like him anymore. Not a partier, but it would be safe to put O’Neal in the Keith Richards class. Immortal freaks, in the most beautiful way possible. 

Portrait of Boots O’Neal

Cowboys in general are a strand of human unlike the rest of us. Born not made. And from birth, it was obvious O’Neal created a category all his own. Growing up in the 30’s he was one of 8 children living in a home without running water. The bathroom was an outhouse, and the bath, a tub filled with water and placed next to the kitchen oven, door open for heat. After 3 or 4 of the kids took their turn, that water was tossed outside to calm down the dust. He was never much for school. The only thing he excelled at was boxing, but usually just looked forward to running off the bus and into the barn to saddle a horse, only coming in when his mother hung a white sheet on the clothesline - their version of a dinner bell. 9th grade was as far as he cared to go, leaving home in August of 49’ at sixteen to cowboy for the JA ($90/week). That job found him on the wagon, sleeping in only a bedroll 6-7 months at a time. A lifestyle that fit him just fine. 

Before we go any further, it would be appropriate to define what makes a real cowboy. The loud mouth sporting a big black hat getting in drunken bar fights makes for good movies, but that’s about it. According to the man himself, a real cowboy is polite. Smooth. Talks gentlemanly to ladies and is good under fire. Dusty Burson (32) - foreman on the Four Sixes and close friend to Mr. O’Neal said it best - “What’s a cowboy? Well, they’re good people. Honest. They do what they say they’re gonna do. If they tell you they’ll be there to help, they’ll be there, and they’ll stay to the end.” If that statement made its way into Websters, the following words should read “also see Boots O’Neal”. 

Boots O’Neal branding calves in the early morning on the 6666 Ranch in Texas

Boots O’Neal’s custom spurs

After the JA, he continued punching cows in different places including a quarter century stay at the Waggoner Ranch. All the while racking up a collection of buckles and saddles from bronc riding in rodeos all over the country. Word is he’s still pretty sticky. A wife (Nelda) also came into the mix as did a daughter (Laurie). Despite being opposites, Boots and Nelda remained in love for 44 years until her passing. She was a proper lady that enjoyed being in town but fully supported his innate need for open country. As their relationship grew, his career did along with it. The 50’s’ found him in Korea with the Army, where he stared out at vast foreign valleys, daydreaming about them filled with 1000 steer, and wondering why in the world they didn’t have any. After two years he was back on a ranch working hard to become a Peace Office and Brand Inspector at a time when cattle were still shipped by railroad. Along with the coveted title came a doubled salary, new clothes, fancy truck, and expense account. A novelty quickly erased by jealousy every time business on a ranch forced him to watch cowboys ride away on horses while he sat in a truck headed back to the office. “I just wanted to punch cows” he said. So he gave back a job that most in the industry would kill for and reclaimed his true love, working cattle from the back of a horse. 

Love is what it takes because the life of a cowboy asks a lot of a person, physically and emotionally. “ Even when I know tomorrow is gonna be a bad deal, and they’re predicting snow, and the wind coming out of the north blowing, and we’re gonna ride straight into it in the morning, I just look forward to getting out there and freezing my tail off” says O’Neal. How many 90 year olds have you ever heard say something like that? Burson again offers some insight - “he wakes up thinking I’m going to be happy today. He doesn’t let circumstances dictate happiness.” Dusty was the one who found the 82 year old O’Neal alone in a pasture, after the horse wreck that would have ended any mortal man. Even if it didn’t put him in the ground, the pain alone would cause a rational person to take a brush with death as a sign and say, ok, it’s been a good run. Burson visited him in the hospital shortly after and recalled the nurse asking why he kept lifting his left leg up in the air. Obviously, it was to keep the mobility of toeing a stirrup. “That’s how bad he wants to be a cowboy when he grows up” says Burson. 6 weeks later, he was back on that same horse and continues riding him today.  

Boots O’Neal talks with chuck wagon cook Charlie Ferguson on the 6666 Ranch in Texas

Seems like it came naturally for Boots, but don’t get it twisted, any good cowboy is a student of the trade. Always figuring out a way to get it done better without asking for recognition. All of the best cowboys Boots ever knew and patterned himself after, accomplished unthinkable feats even Taylor Shariden couldn’t script, in the middle of nowhere with only a few people to witness. Another friend and Texas icon Tom Moorehouse (72) is quick to point out “I’ve known Boots almost all my life, and anything I’ve got to say about him is good”. From the outside you might think that cowboying is a physical game. Only for the young. Not so. Sure, you need the gumption to handle extreme physical abuse and relentless weather that doesn’t end after an eight hour shift. But Moorehouse says the thing that separates Boots from the rest is that he’s a “keen observer”. He continues “my dad used to say a real cowboy is somebody that pays attention. Now that doesn’t sound like a good story, but that’s the truth.” There is so much that can go wrong when you’re working with 2,000+lb animals and navigating remote unforgiving terrain. One mistake could mean the end. 

We’ve already established that Boots is an enigma, but for arguments sake, let’s say he got lucky? Somehow the body that’s been broken more times than anyone can count, managed to miss the big one. Even with luck, longevity like his doesn’t just happen. And living on a wagon, eating ranch food, wouldn’t make any blueprint for “healthy living”. Cowboys require hearty meals to get them through their overly demanding lives. So It should be no surprise that beef has made its way to Boots’ plate just about every day for the past 90 years. Along with the beef came biscuits, gravy, and potatoes. Breakfast was peanut butter and syrup sandwiches. All of which goes against everything you’ll read from the so-called nutrition experts. Although pinto beans, prunes, and raisins are foods he now tries to consume regularly along with said beef. The fresh fruit and vegetables he also concentrates on just wasn’t a thing back then.”It wasn’t until I got up in years that I ever worried about putting something bad in my body.”  A chuckle was the only answer given when asked about exercise, but “I’ve never been short on sleep” says O’Neal. Which he believes has been the holy grail to his success. For as long as he can remember, even as a young buck, he’d turn in early, ensuring 8-9 hours of shuteye every night. These days he says “it takes me longer to rest than it does to get tired”, but it becomes obvious shortly after meeting him, that modesty is one of his many virtues. He’ll try and claim that he can’t do this, that, or the other. Then he slips into the saddle and the truth is revealed. “It takes a whole crew to keep me going”, he says. Again, modesty perfected. Perhaps his days aren’t spent aboard wild broncs, but he always gets the job done with grace, and his expertise couldn’t be matched anywhere in the world. Ironic for a guy who’s never considered himself very smart. What Boots has can’t be taught. He’s got a PHD in punching cows. Anybody will tell you he’s on the Mount Rushmore of the cowboy universe, but who the hell else could be up there with him? Is there another human that’s punched cows for almost 8 decades?  “It’s amazing what all he’s got stored up inside him that someone oughta have recorded” Dusty says. A lot of people with such knowledge and history can become high and mighty. Not Boots. He’ll let you mess up, then suggest, in a non degrading way, how to do it better. He knows we’re all in this thing together.

Boots O’Neal offloading his horse from a trailer on the 6666 Ranch in Texas

Boots O’Neal roping calves on the 6666 Ranch in Texas

If you think about the human condition and what we’re all after, one of the key ingredients is professional happiness. Everyone wants to spend their waking hours doing something they love. Why is that goal so elusive, so rare? A million dollar question. Even harder than finding that happiness, is keeping it. Somehow Boots O’Neal has managed to do it at one of the most physically demanding jobs on the planet and continues today at a very high level. Maybe the how doesn’t really matter. Maybe we should just use Boots as inspiration to be better humans. The iconic Four Sixes has been his home for the past 26 years. Panhandle, Texas is the closest town to their northern division where we met. The town sign fittingly reads “People of Pride and Purpose”. Just like the dictionary, there might as well be a picture of Boots next to that slogan. He figured IT out and still can’t get enough. He doesn’t need to work in a monetary sense. He wants to work, although it’d be a stretch to hear him use a four letter word like that. Even on a rare day off, he doesn’t look forward to a hobby or a vacation. Instead he’ll watch a rodeo on television or sit in a chair outside his bunkhouse apartment to watch the remuda come in. A sight he says, of 50 horses all running together, is one that most people will never get to see. Bob Dylan wrote a song on this very topic using only 17 words:  

“All the tired horses in the sun…..”

The guy has done it all, taken the beatings, and asked for more. He’s been inducted into every Hall of Fame a cowpuncher could possibly be associated with. Somehow that doesn’t seem enough of an honor though. Boots should be everyone's hero. He’s a national treasure and outstanding human being.  We should all strive to accomplish in our own lives what he has in his. Burson says “Yeah, he’s a cowboy, but he wants to be one tomorrow too”. If more people had that attitude, the world would be a better place. 

We were just about done talking when Boots’ story paused abruptly . A mischievous smile came to his face and the words stopped flowing. His attention fixed on one of the guys in a nearby corral working a young horse that was fixing to blow up. The grin stayed as he reminisced “I rode a lot of bucking horses in years past. I could get on a horse like that, just gather that thing up, and he’d be 3 feet in the air when I got that right stirrup”. Boots is a Christian. If he weren’t, and followed a religion believing in reincarnation, he says that’s what he’d want to come back as, a bucking horse. At 90 years young he knows precisely how good his life has been and isn’t scared of the inevitable. In a very matter of fact way he spoke about his funeral, being buried in the cemetery on the Four Sixes, and the speech by his friend Joe Leathers. When asked what he hopes Joe will say, Boots paused then replied humbly with a far off stare ”He was an honorable man. Done what he said he would. And didn’t mistreat his horses” 

Portrait of Boots O’Neal

Boots O’Neal on his horse at sunrise on the 6666 Ranch in Texas

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Montana Road Trip

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