He is the ultimate survivor, he has to be somewhat brave, withstand heat so hot, he can fry an egg on a rock, withstand thunderstorms with a lot of rain. A cowboy learns to ignore his own body odor, and the smell of wet cows, eat a lot of dust, go for long periods without water, and endure a lot of pain.

A cowboy to me is the symbol of endurance, and therefore stands for the equality of our American way of life. He is the unsung hero, he is legendary, he is not a family man, he doesen't like the business end of the world, and he runs at the mere mention of a wife.

The world goes by at a snail's pace for a cowboy, and he likes his kind of life, he is an incredible man, he embarks on a long journey that will take him months to complete. On a cattle drive, a cowboy has no boundaries, when he accepted the job, it was an unspoken saying that he would be there until the end of the line, hard riding, little sleep, and nothing but beans to eat.

You can't truly know a cowboy's ways, you have to live them day by day, they are dedicated to the harmony of nature, and that's O.K. to the cowboy. A century's old method of moving cows, where East meets West on the Chism trail, from day's gone by to the modern world, punching cows has brought heartache, death, and joy.

The rhinestone, bull riding, bronco busting, calf roping, rodeo cowboy, is the modern cowboy that makes big bucks doing his thing today. But...the cowboy's of yesteryear, are the heroes that blazed the trail for history, with backbreaking work, little glamor, and a lot less pay.

Now that's the cowboy's way!