ADRIAN BUCKAROOGIRL
And so...it begins.
"What is your **** problem? You're a traitor and probably are gonna tie on now aren't you?"
"Ohmygosh good for you! I love it!"
"Did your dad actually LET you get that?"
"Who made that hat?! I want one!"
"Don't ever come back to Nevada."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BUCKAROOGIRL?!"
These are just a couple of the letters I've gotten since I posted a few pictures last night of my new lid from Kevin Murphy. I am still giggling over some of them!
I knew when I ordered a new hat from Kevin (My hat sponsor form Santa Ynez) that I was going to do something different. I wasn't sure what it really was going to BE...but I had a pretty good idea! Kevin was so sweet when I came to him with what I wanted. I had very definite ideas about it, and because Mr. Murphy is such an artist and goes along with my CRAZY ideas...he produced something even better than I ever could have imagined.
I LOVE my flat hat. I'm from the great basin and my daddy wore them that way, so I did too.
I found my own style, and having someone like Kevin who can build such beautiful works of art really made it come alive for me. But sometimes don't you just feel like a change?
I did. But it's a change for a reason.
I think our hat shapes are tearing the cowboy world apart.
What is wrong with our culture?
We are cowboys. All of us. It doesn't matter if you are from Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Arizona, Texas, Colorado, New Mexico, or bloody MICHIGAN!
If you are a cowboy (or whatever the hell you want to call yourself) You are apart of a very small and disappearing group of men and women who are not understood or appreciated for the most part nowadays.
The outside world and progress is creeping further and further towards us, and instead of banding TOGETHER to protect our commonly loved way of life, I see folks from different parts of the country fighting and making fun of each other within there OWN world!
What the HECK is up with that?
I don't give a damn if you rope tied on (I want to learn how by the way)
Carry a big long rope (I do)
Or ride a Shetland pony.
We all use different gear and styles of doing things BECAUSE we are from different parts of the country. If you have the room out in the high desert of Nevada, you can afford to use 65 ft of rope and take your time choking that big black cow. You can have pretty fancy silver on your rig that wont rub off and not have to wear chinks even.
If you're working in rough country in Texas, most likely you want to tie on and get that cow caught before she hits the next big stretch of brush! And you probably want batwings so your legs aren't torn to hell. And a tough horse.
This doesn't make one group of people better than another, it just means that we are all from different parts of the country. We have the same job, we just have to do it different ways.
Personally, I hope folks will see past my new hat shape and come together as a dying breed with a common goal-to survive.
That's really what any of us can hope for really and truly isn't it?
That as a minority, cowboys-buckaroos-punchers-drovers-wranglers-heck, I don't care WHAT you call yourself-we stick together and stand up for our way of life that we love.
Hat shapes be damned.
(PS. the real reason this new hat is awesome...it stays on in the dang wind no matter what!)
Love to each and every one of you!
xoxo
~Adrian
www.buckaroogirl.com
I love it, it's gorgeous! I blogged about a similar topic a while back and I totally agree. As long as you do your job well with whatever tools you use, who cares what they look like??
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteWell said! Love the new hat!
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteGo Adrian! Give em Hell! You are not defined by your hat. Your style should be as unique as your music. Cowgirls should not be judged for whats on our heads, but on our skills and treatment of others. You are awesome! Haters gonna hate!
ReplyDeleteGo Adrian! Give em Hell! You are not defined by your hat. Your style should be as unique as your music. Cowgirls should not be judged for whats on our heads, but on our skills and treatment of others. You are awesome! Haters gonna hate!
ReplyDeleteI hear ya gal! I catch flack for wearin' flat hat, here in Colorado! But, I LOVE 'EM!!!! Stick to your guns and "Hat shapes be damned"!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this! I wear a Montana peak cowboy hat and get made fun of a lot. My daddy didn't wear that style, he was a Kansas cattle rancher before he retired and moved to Arkansas. I guess the point is that I like it and even though we sold the ranch and livestock, I remember and cherish my heritage.
ReplyDeleteI love your new hat and your post. It is so true! I welcome anyone who has an inkling of an interest in the cowboy way of life to come on in. And we certainly need to support each other.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it on the head. No pun intended. After calling Nevada home for almost 30 years, ranching or working in the industry at the least. ..it was almost a fist fight when I moved to W Texas/SE New Mexico. My palm leafs were hung up until I sent back to Nevada with children to be used there. My beautiful hand tooled soft elk chinks hang in the saddle house. My antique and Garcia and new spade bits and spurs adorn furniture in the house along with my 60 ft riatas. Any rope I had has been cut down to under 30ft. I've learned the skill of tying on and have acquired some nice horn knots. Rubber is on all of my horns. Folks from both areas were flat out mean about it! Some still are. But like you, I've been advocating for a truce. It's just different country with different daily battles but essentially the same goals and outcomes. Kinda cool that they're all so proud, but open minds go a lot further. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it on the head. No pun intended. After calling Nevada home for almost 30 years, ranching or working in the industry at the least. ..it was almost a fist fight when I moved to W Texas/SE New Mexico. My palm leafs were hung up until I sent back to Nevada with children to be used there. My beautiful hand tooled soft elk chinks hang in the saddle house. My antique and Garcia and new spade bits and spurs adorn furniture in the house along with my 60 ft riatas. Any rope I had has been cut down to under 30ft. I've learned the skill of tying on and have acquired some nice horn knots. Rubber is on all of my horns. Folks from both areas were flat out mean about it! Some still are. But like you, I've been advocating for a truce. It's just different country with different daily battles but essentially the same goals and outcomes. Kinda cool that they're all so proud, but open minds go a lot further. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove your new hat!!! :D
ReplyDeleteLove your new hat!!! :D
ReplyDeleteSure enough!! I like it, looks good on ya!!
ReplyDeleteI posted a comment on fb. But this is a BA blog post and a BA hat! One way to look at it for those rude people...a hat cant make up for what you can or Cant do!
ReplyDeletei think your new hat looks great on you.
ReplyDeletei hope to see it on if you come to cowboy poetry
in heber city, utah.
i still want to get me one, but i have
no idea how much they are.
Good for you! The best cowman I ever knew wore lace up work shoes. I do not understand this attitude business. I am with you it doesn't matter what kind of hat you wear it's the gray matter under the hat that counts. I have never met a real buckaroo. I have met a lot of wanna bees and two of the rudest people I know were born in CO, live in NE and spent a few months in NV. They think those few months give them the right to pretend be Buckaroos. Sorry to say they are arrogant and rude to those of us who don't wear a flat hats. Grow up people. Be proud not arrogant of who you are.
ReplyDeletehere in Oregon, you, more than likely either wear a very old hat on the range, or you wear a baseball hat, the Stetson is for formal occasions. One of my mother's favorite memories is of her grandfather- who when he was mad, would take his baseball hat off his head and throw it on the ground and stomp it... one day he was on his way to town when the grandkids did something to make him mad, grabbed his Stetson, throw it on the ground and... My mother just turned 69, she still remembers that very clearly!!! I love the hat by the way!
ReplyDeleteHere in Oregon, you are more likely to either wear an old hat, or a baseball hat on the range, the Stetson is for formal occasions. One of my favorite stories of this was when my mother was a small girl (she's 69 now) her grandfather- a sheep rancher, when he would get angry, would take his hat off his head, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it. One day as he was leaving for town, the grandkids made him mad, he grabbed the Stetson off his head threw it on the ground (as he cursed in Basque) and then... whew... he was really mad then.
ReplyDeleteOh.. and My grandfather changed over to cattle... the whole family buckaroos
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