A few necessities that a cowboy can't forget when moving cows.
Dealing with the brush of the low mountains would shred a pair of jeans in a day, or even in a morning. Layering the legs with leather can lead to a very hot day, but I wouldn't go with out. I have shredded a shirt or two and have a nice scare across my ribs as a reminder, no way would I leave my legs in that danger.
Then there are the spurs, a key to moving your horse in after those hard to get at cows, or when a day becomes to long and you both want to be at the watering hole and you haven't even reached your destination. I will never forget the first time spurs became a reality for me. It was with dear old Malon, he would have never reached our destination if I didn't persuade him. Some how he never needs persuasion for the ride home.
And no cowboy would ever survive with out protection from the sun and elements. The hat, an iconic treasure that is more necessity then looks. In torrential down poor your able to protect your self. Scolding sun you hide under it as if it was a cave. And once in a while you duck behind the rim as your horse plows through the trees. Its amazing how a cowboys hat resembles the life of a cowboy.
The spurs jingle, the hat fits and the chaps fold like old leather craving oil.



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