One thing 'bout a cowboy: he can spot another cowboy a mile away.

Why I've had the privilege of goin' all over the Great State of Texas. I've been to New Mexico, Arizona and Southern California. And my buddy and I go ta Colorado just 'bout every year. We git away from the rat race down here, and do a little R & R. No, that ain't ridin' and ropin', that's rest and relaxation.

Well, we'd been up in the mountain fer a while and we wuz gittin' tired of my cookin'. Figgered it wuz time fer our monthly bath. So we decided we'd go inta town and take care of them chores. After which we decided we'd partake of some liquid refreshments.

We went inta a local establishment. Had 'bout 8 ta 10 people. 'Bout half the population. I made my way ta my usual corner and there wuz an elderly gentleman standin' at the bar and he looked me up and down, head ta toe. He called me over and asked if I wuz a cowboy.

I said, "No, sir, I just found the hat."

He said, "Judgin' by your voice I'd say 'ur a cowboy from Texas!"

I said, "Weith all due respect, sir, I am from Texas. And I've been on a horse a time or two. And I've punched some cows. So I guess you could call me a cowboy. A cowboy from South Texas, that is."

He said, "That's just what I thought, BOY! Do you know what I am, BOY?"

I said, "No sir." And he said, "I'm a sheep-herder, BOY! Do you know what a sheep-herder is, BOY?"

Well, I put my best collage education to use and said, "A person who tends sheep, sir."

He started laffin and said, "Why heavens no, son. A sheep-herder ain't nothin' more than a cowboy that has gotten his head kicked in too many times."