Camper: “Look at that bunch of cows.”
Farmer: “Not bunch, herd.”
Camper: “Heard what?”
Farmer: “Of cows.”
Camper: “Sure I’ve heard of cows.”
Farmer: “No, I mean a cowherd.”
Camper: “So what? I have no secrets from cows.”
More than anything, Bob wanted to be a cowpoke.
Taking pity on him, a rancher decided to hire the lad and give him a chance.
“This,” he said, showing him a rope, “is a lariat. We use it to catch cows.”
“I see,” said Bob, trying to seem knowledgeable as he examined the lariat. “And what do you use for bait?”
A cowboy rides his horse into a small town.
His throat is parched, so he ties his horse to a pole next to a bar and goes in for a drink. He comes out a few minutes later, and someone already stole his horse.
The people of the town are looking to see his reaction, they aren’t even discreet about it. He looks around at everyone and says loud and clear: “I will walk back into the bar to get myself another drink, and if I don’t see my horse right in front of the bar, I will have to do what I did in Texas a year ago after someone stole my horse. And trust me, I didn’t like what I had to do in Texas a year ago.”
After his confident speech, the man walked back into the bar. The townsfolk looked at each other in fear and got the horse back.
The cowboy finished his second drink and walked out of the bar, saddled the horse, but just before he left the bartender walked up to him and asked. “Hey, cowboy, we know that we got you your horse back, but do you mind telling us what you had to do a year ago in Texas?”
The cowboy looked at him with an iron gaze and responded: “I had to walk home.”
