All that sparkles

I have a friend called Buck. He's early thirties, widowed, with three little girls. Needless to say I get many a laugh from his antics. Most recent being an incident that entailed a three in the morning phone call. Buck called his babysitter, then grabbed jeans from the back of the couch. Several hours later, he was at his other job, leaning under the hood of an automobile. His co-worker walked over and asked him how women's jeans feel. Buck looked at his backside and was horrified to discover that the jeans he had grabbed that morning were his thirteen year old daughters, complete with sparkles on the butt pockets. After hearing this anecdote I laughed for several minutes. Buck is a good guy though, one of the last true cowboys of the RMW and a model for younger males. Here is a guy who on the surface comes across like a dumb redneck, its a facade, and I have seen him take down the facade and completely turn an expert on their head. Why this? experience. Buck like many in Wyoming is self-educated. Like myself he learned through observation and imitation. Growing up on and around ranches had absolutely NO influence on this what so ever. He and I were watching horses one day, they were fidgeting, restless, running to one side of the pens then back. "Bet there's a storm coming." He stated. "Yep" I agreed. The next day we woke up to a blizzard, and the reality of horses and cows is they need fed as much as you do. So who's out driving an open tractor in minus twenty weather? Buck. And who was stupid enough to volunteer to ride on the hay trailer? Me. To us though it was just a fact of life. There were other people who could of done this of course, but horses need reliability.