On my journey to the National Western, I made a detour to McCook, Neb. As I drive down a cow path...as some would call a driveway, I wasn't for sure of my destination. But as my headlights flashed upon a friendly face and waving hand, I embarked on a new adventure and a person I new I could call a friend. When I unloaded my favorite cow, I knew that I met someone that cared as much about cows as I do. He introduced himself as Terry, but we all know him as Cowboy.
At 2:30 today, I had received a phone call I had been awaiting. The voice on the other end said, 15 eggs - 13 #1's, and my reply to that was "Long Live Cowboy".
At 2:30 today, I had received a phone call I had been awaiting. The voice on the other end said, 15 eggs - 13 #1's, and my reply to that was "Long Live Cowboy".