The first cowboy I ever loved was my dad. He was and still is a huge part of my life. There really isn't much my dad can't do....if he puts his mind to it. He is a successful rancher, accomplished cowboy, an amazing artist (when he takes time to sit down and draw), and a good role model for young and old alike. My dad and I are a lot alike....which is probably why we have had many stand-offs. Even though he was tough on me when I was young, I know he did it for my own good. I'd say he and my mom did a good job raising me. I wasn't an "easy" child.....from the stories they tell....I can gather that much information. But, through it all, I have always admired and looked up to my dad.
When I was younger, describing my dad was simple. I would tell whoever didn't know him to imagine that Clint Eastwood and John Wayne had a kid....that was my dad....throw in some Native blood and characteristics and the image was complete. It's funny to think back on that, but it's still true today. Here is a glimpse of my dad:
I think my dad is a super grandpa to my son. He takes more time to show Stone things than I remember him doing so when my brother and I were young. I think that's a grandparent thing. He and my mom have been married almost 42 years....that's no small feat these days! Here they are a few years back:
One thing else about my dad, he has a funny sense of humor. Things can sometimes get pretty serious....even depressing when times get tough out here on the ranch. My dad is always ready with a smile and some funny story or comforting tale. This is an example of his humor: