It’s All Poetry to Me

Charley Chambers recited verses, played guitar, sang old songs, dragged calves, kept cows alive and was a darn good dancer. Good cowboy stuff that is all poetry to me.I met him because his granddaughter Cattle Kate Huddleston and I played on ranch rodeo teams together […]

What’s In a Name

My cousin Bully’s name is Kevin, but few people call him that. His wife does. His mother sometimes does. The rest of us call him Bully.Bully is my double cousin. Mother’s sister is married to Daddy’s brother and having the same grandparents, it always seemed […]

My Brother and Me

We have ridden a million miles. We have danced half a million miles. We have penned hundreds of thousands of cattle. We have been to thousands of rodeos. I have headed, slapped out and ridden the chute gate with hundreds of bucking horses he rode. […]

A traffic stop in Adair

I like law enforcement. I spent 20 years covering crime, riding with police and firefighters, sitting in trial, covering stories. If you know me, especially if you are in law enforcement, you know this. For the rest of you, I want to start by saying […]


There are many close families that are no blood kin to each other. I have a salebarn family. For 21 years I rode pens at the South Coffeyville salebarn. Some of those people have generations who worked on that yard. The Lowrey family is one […]

T. J. and Ray’s cow

Sometimes I tell my stories to civilians and they don’t get it. That’s what brother Keith calls non-ranch or rodeo people, civilians. Anyway, this is one of my favorites and I’m writing it here because you non-civilians will get it.Neighboring is the way to get […]