Cowboy Heros

I loved Annie Oakley. It helped that I was always a dead shot, something that came naturally to me. In high school I belonged to a team and competed in rifles, handguns and bow and arrow. I won lots of trophies and medals.
 
"Back in the late 1800s, she was hawtness personified–Annie Oakley, sharpshooting superstar, a favorite of Buffalo Bill, Chief Sitting Bull, and European royalty. She was the idol of American youth".

Real-Life Cowgirl Hero Annie Oakley


"Phoebe Ann Mosley’s stage name was Annie Oakley, or Miss Oakley, and although inundated with marriage proposals she was happily married to Frank Butler, a fellow sharpshooting star who was man enough to know when he’d met his match. He hung up his holsters to marry her and manage her career, adoring his lady love so much that when she died in 1926 at age 66, he followed her, eighteen days later".
 
Meanderer said:
"Back in the late 1800s, she was hawtness personified–Annie Oakley, sharpshooting superstar, a favorite of Buffalo Bill, Chief Sitting Bull, and European royalty. She was the idol of American youth".

Real-Life Cowgirl Hero Annie Oakley


"Phoebe Ann Mosley’s stage name was Annie Oakley, or Miss Oakley, and although inundated with marriage proposals she was happily married to Frank Butler, a fellow sharpshooting star who was man enough to know when he’d met his match. He hung up his holsters to marry her and manage her career, adoring his lady love so much that when she died in 1926 at age 66, he followed her, eighteen days later".
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This was cool for sure meanderer;) and a great romance story too;) thanks much;)
 
Smiling Jane said:
I loved Annie Oakley. It helped that I was always a dead shot, something that came naturally to me. In high school I belonged to a team and competed in rifles, handguns and bow and arrow. I won lots of trophies and medals.
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Wow, that's neat Jane!! I'd love having you in our neighborhood;)
 
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here's some non-heros of the Old West

My grand-dad used to tell us when he was born, in Fredonia Kansas, the Dalton gang came by their place. They treated my great-grandma Docia good, and only asked for fresh horses, and some grub. I don't know if that's true, but we loved hearing the story. Fredonia is 50 miles North of Coffeyville, so the story could be true;)

They look down-right peaceful,

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Meanderer said:
Real-Life Cowgirl Hero Annie Oakley

http://cowboylands.net/blog/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-real-life-cowgirl-hero-annie-oakley/

"Back in the late 1800s, she was hawtness personified–Annie Oakley, sharpshooting superstar, a favorite of Buffalo Bill, Chief Sitting Bull, and European royalty. She was the idol of American youth".

"Phoebe Ann Mosley’s stage name was Annie Oakley, or Miss Oakley, and although inundated with marriage proposals she was happily married to Frank Butler, a fellow sharpshooting star who was man enough to know when he’d met his match. He hung up his holsters to marry her and manage her career, adoring his lady love so much that when she died in 1926 at age 66, he followed her, eighteen days later".

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Betty Hutton in Annie get Your Gun, 1950
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One of the songs in "Annie Get Your Gun" was "You can't get a Man with Gun", which includes the line:

"A man never trifles
With girls who carry Rifles,
Oh, you can't get a Man with a Gun!"

Hal
 
"To the uninitiated in the Old West, the ranching business centered on cattle, but in reality, the livestock trade focused on grass and water, so much so that droughts always threatened the success of the Cattle Kingdom". Drought was the deadliest enemy!

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Like Charles Goodnight, Henry H. Campbell (seated on bedroll) was a pioneer Texas cattleman who trailed his first herds himself. Seated behind him, wearing a white hat, is one of his investors in the Matador Land Cattle Company, A.M. Britton, at a campsite on the ranch in 1882. When they sold the Panhandle ranch to a British syndicate that year, Campbell stayed on as manager. A drought in 1883 would raise the ire of smaller ranchers nearby whose water supply had been cut off by the Matador Ranch, ensheathed in the newfangled barbed wire. – Courtesy Southwest Collection/Special Collections Library, Texas Tech University, Lubbock, Texas –
 
A BUSTED COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS
by D.J. O’Malley 1868-1943
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I am a busted cowboy
And I work upon the range,
In summertime I get some work,
But one thing which seems strange,
As soon as fall work’s over
I get it in the neck
I get a Christmas present
Of a neatly written check.

I come to town to rusticate,
I’ve no place else to stay
When winter winds are howling hard
Because I don’t eat hay.
A puncher’s life’s a picnic?
It is one continual joke.
But there’s none more anxious to see spring
Than the cowboy who is broke.

The wages that a cowhand earns
In summer goes like smoke,
And when the snow begins to drift
You bet your neck he’s broke.
You may talk about your holidays,
Your Christmas cheer and joy,
They’re all the same to me, my friend.
Cash gone, I’m a broke cowboy.

My saddle and my gun in soak,
My spurs I’ve long since sold,
My rawhide and my quirt are gone,
My chaps, no. They’re too old.
My outfit’s gone, I can’t e’en bum
A cigarette to smoke.
For no one cares what happens
To a cowboy who is broke.

Just where I’ll eat my dinner
This Christmas, I don’t know,
But you can bet your life I’ll have one
If I get but half a show.
This Christmas holds no charms for me,
On good things I’ll not choke,
Unless I get a big handout
I’m a cowboy who is broke.

…D. J. O’Malley, 1893
 
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