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Before I tell you all about my two pairs of Men's Tony Lama Cowboy Boots, I must first insist that despite me forever living in rural North East Texas, I'm not the least bit a cowboy. Yes, I've rode horses before, I even broke a horse once on a dare - that my friends, is another story for another day. Yes, there's a bit of a farm here where I'm living, and yes, there are several cows in our pasture.

Yes, sometimes I wear a bit of a cowboy style hat, and yes, lots of folks around here are literally cowboys, and yes, I've been to a rodeo or two in my days, and enjoyed the show. Facts are, were I to have run with the right, or even wrong sorts of crowds when I was younger, then it wouldn't have been much of a stretch for me to have become involved in rodeos, and even bull riding. I know me, and I'm sometimes a thrill seeking danger lover, and I've been told more than once that my specific physical build was absolutely perfect for riding bulls. I'm not a cowboy, however, I'm just a country boy.

So anyway, I'm not a cowboy. Glad you got that down.

Here in my region of the world, non cowboy types often wear what folks from elsewhere might consider a cowboy uniform, well, fine by me if you wish to call it that. The hat, jeans, and boots thing is really just a rural Southern uniform, and a farmer or blue collar guy is just as likely to be wearing the jeans, boots and hat style of dress as an actual cowboy. Moving right along....

So anyway, I went out last Saturday night, and despite me being so dashingly good looking and all, I actually never go out much of anywhere. I'm forever piss broke, and staring at a computer monitor. A somewhat well to do friend came to town from far far away, and he paid for everything - as he is well aware of my piss brokeness, and that I never go out much of anywhere.

I do like going to bars. I like getting tossed and looking at women in bars. I also find that I'm pretty good at talking a few or one of them into falling into my arms here and there. I think I'm able to do this simply because the Gods of Texas dive bars realize that I never go out, and they wish to entice me into making a habit of it. My personal suggestion to the Gods of Texas Dive Bars is that they grant me lots of money, and I'll then see what I can do.

My well to do friend showed me his shiny and very fancy looking new pair of cowboy boots that he was wearing when he showed up to take me out for my one night in the Texas Dive Bars for the year...and I thought nothing of it. I've no idea if he was wearing Tony Lama Boots, or some lesser or more expensive brand, but they looked very nice. I tend to think that I look nice enough most of the time regardless, and so I wore my newest pair of Sketchers shoes.

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My friend, his sisters, and a cousin and I all went out to Kicker's Kaufman, it's not exactly a cowboy bar, per se, but rather, it's Kaufman, Texas' only true bar. Yeah, we closed that joint down, and wanted more - so we drove the ten miles to Terrell, Texas Silver Saloon, now The Silver Saloon used to be known as Lee's Silver Fox, it's a damned big bar, and is more or less, a true cowboy bar.

Well, upon entry to The Silver Saloon, and finding a slightly less crowded spot than others in which to stand and enjoy an adult beverage, I spied a very pleasing to the eye flower of a woman wearing an odd but also attractive pair of boots.

I'll cut to the chase - the girl was a veritable Brick House, the kind of figure that The Commodores had sung about. Lovely Southern Belle face, and, well, the cowgirl boots. I walked up to her and touched her arm or something, and just asked,

"Ma'am, what kind of boots are those?"

Well, I don't recall the name, but she told me that those brand new looking boots were Ostrich boots, and that they had belonged to her grandmother. I'm hoping to give you the idea here, all very true, that a fine pair of cowboy or cowgirl boots will last you an entire lifetime, and possibly longer.

Later I'd walked over across the large Honky Tonk, as they used to be called, to the men's room. After walking out and back towards where I'd come from, I saw that lovely young woman, and she did give me a rather satisfying lusty look. What that look told me was that she found me attractive...probably because I wasn't much shy about talking to her, even about something seemingly as mundane as a pair of boots. Certainly, that woman intimidated some other guys, and certainly, she was very proud of her grandmother's ostrich skin cowgirl boots.

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After my one night per year out at a Texas Honky Tonk Dive Country and Western Bar, I was quite hung over, and feeling a bit dumpy. I had to get out of my little trailer, after coming home in the morning, and trying to nurse my hang over with another of the dog, and all that.

Well, I went next door to the parent's house, and told them about the this and the that, and the who that I'd seen, and so forth and so on. I casually mentioned that I'd not been properly dressed for The Silver Saloon, and that I'd needed some proper cowboy boots. Well, the Dad is a bit of a larger framed man than I am, but we do wear the same sized footwear - except that the Dad reported that his feet had seemed to have gotten wider now that he's into his early 60's, and that he had some very nice and very proper cowboy boots that he could and would and then did give to me.

So now I own two pair of proper Men's Tony Lama Cowboy Boots, and they look exactly the style and shape of the boot in the very fine picture most prominent on this very web page.

One pair is elephant skin, and of course, those are rather the better, finer, and more expensive ones. Please, Please, and again, PLEASE do not think that I condone the killing of an elephant for the making of a pair of boots. Elephants are becoming rather a bit too rare in this world for my liking, but if and when one does die - then by all means, I do, in fact, suggest that his hide be used for something as fine as a pair of boots; but only at death, and death from natural causes.


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My other pair is cowhide, and gosh - I'm not going to compare a cow to an elephant, and neither should you. I consider beef a fine food, and I do, and will, continue to consume a lot of it. I'm also a huge fan of all things leather, and I will debate you for a century should you presume some sort of moral superiority in not using or wearing leather.

Strangely enough though, my leather skin Tony Lama Cowboy Boots are coloured to look like they are elephant skin boots, and the elephant skin boots...are brown like leather.

The boots fit me perfectly, and though they are obviously not new, a bit of polish will make them look ever the perfect footwear for those out and about in rural Texas, or in fact; the entire South.

My Dad told me that both pair of boots that he'd given me were purchased before I was even born. People, I'm nearly 38 years old, and I've two pair of well worn Tony Lama Cowboy Boots that are older than I am, and in near to perfect condition, and I've seen those boots on my Father's feet more times than I could ever remember. I can't think of anything that could be a more thorough advertisement of quality than what I just relayed to you in this paragraph.

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Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on July 21, 2020:

@Eroded - expensive but worth it.

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on February 22, 2012:


Augustine A Zavala from Texas on February 22, 2012:

I'm not a cowboy either, however one of my prized possessions are my dark brown Tony llama dress boots. I've worn them with a suit, and it KILLED. You would have thought I was covered in catnip with all of the attention I got. They have no pattern, just a deep burgandy brown leather dress boot. I've had them for over 10 years now, and they still look new.

50 Caliber from Arizona on January 03, 2012:

justom, that's cool beans! I think anyone who has Honkey Tonked has driven home drunk. I have woke up with road rash where clothes used to be, dried blood sticking me to the carpet and rolling over semi sober was the pain of peeling off the raw meat. Finding the reason I felt like I'd crashed was in the front yard, a bent, twisted Hog that I had to look at close to see how I even rode it home. Turned out 3rd time was a charm, after crashing the third time I had 3 buddies roll up in a pick up and throw the bike and my sorry butt in the truck and backed up in my front yard and throw the bike out and drug my belligerent self who took a few swings at them helping me and one guy a big one "Tim-o" put me to sleep with a solid punch in the face after I went to far and nut punched him. Bad move I don't remember, or much of the evening before. I remember the reset of my nose and the skin grafts and the ground up rebuild of my bike, and getting a police report so my insurance picked up after the deductible. I was then charged with leaving the scene of an accident and plead guilty but balked at the drunk charges that were brought after police detectives investigated on the behalf of my insurance company. It was a 15 minute case when the attorney for the insurance company was asked if "there was suit brought to one of their insured that caused hundreds of thousand dollar damages, would they seek out evidence against the insured being negligent and the cause vs looking into witnesses to reason of a swerve to miss oncoming traffic by another and the following loss of control" or similar, I don't remember, but basically they were trying not to pay the claim and the crafty attorney that was representing me, basically turned the table to a point that the simple question would have been "would you bring evidence and suit against themselves to get out of paying damages?" That is a close to a DUI that I ever got. Honestly, today I would man up and shut up and just pay as I could to fix the cycle, but then these days I wouldn't be in that situation. I had serious attitude problems and was mad at the world, willing to risk it all for the sake of winning an argument. I have been taken care of, by Divine intervention, multiple times, it could have went it could have not been as easy as it turned out. I'm glad to hear you Justom with your own solution to stay safe, Peace, dust

50 Caliber from Arizona on January 01, 2012:

Wesman, a feller has got to know his limitations, I've got a few of my own when it comes to drinking. I got drunk my first time on Screw Drivers 5 decades ago, I can't stand orange juice to this day. I'm a happy drunk, I aim to have fun even if it means kicking a fellers ass to restore peace. I got an old wood leg, the first one I ever had, nothing brings peace faster than whipping out my buck folder and stabbing it in my leg while setting on a juke box, everybody who see me do it sucks so much air out of the room the candles go out on the tables. The challenge generally stops right there and a tequila beer back gets me going again. Anyway the goal ain't puking so I don't go there and I don't call a man weak for not hitting half a fifth of Black Jack like I do. If your to drunk to drive and the bar is throwing us out, your getting in the same cab with me and we are going to Motel 6 to sleep it off if there are 2 or 6 of us drinking, at 2AM, no bodies driving and the reason is I partied with a good friend 'til two, we hit the main drag in Costa Mesa and he went left toward home and I went on through. He died when a Mercedes full of drunks ran a light and run him down broad side and the gas tank on his hog split and a fire started with him and the bike was under the car. The coroner said his lungs were burnt out, meaning he was alive and sucking air a chick in the car kicked open a rear door and her clothes caught fire and she died from some serious burns after falling in the gas as it ran out from under the car. The flames set fire to the interior of the rear seat, 3 others didn't attempt to get out and died of smoke inhalation of some kind of poison created by a certain plastic, I don't remember I just remember people coming to my place at 4 am dragging me out of the floor getting coffee in me and taking me to the scene where all was in place 3 ambulances, fire truck 3 coroners Suburbans and statements and measurements along with photos still being taken, another day in paradise I will never forget, it had the smell of days past.

I got new rules that day, if no designated driver was available to come get us after dropping us of. I collected car, scooter or other modes of transport, the Keys with the agreement that I paid Taxi fare to the sleep off at my house. I never again wanted to relive a mass death that a taxicab could drop the likely hood of it happening by a Large percent. It turned out Larry was 3 times the limit and in proper stop waiting a right turn when the Mercedes made a swerve and hit him broadside with the curb tossing the car up to land on him after knocking over the light pole and his hog that pinned his right leg to the ground, preventing any possibility of his escape. It wasn't his fault but alcohol was the key that unleashed the massacre of all involved they were all tested and were all at minimum 2x the legal limit. I was served 2 separate subpoenas to answer wrongful death charges, Larry's family brought one and the families of the 4 in the Mercedes filed class action suites, both being struck down by the judge presiding over the court. I have a feeling that in this day and age at 30 or so years after, the cases would have been heard. I guess the important factor here was alcohol there could have been 6 guys in a cab with a tee-teetotaler driving and waiting his turn to go right, and the Mercedes still swerve and hit us broad side with a different out come.

After, I still threw keg parties with a double tap door in the door and Wild Turkey liquor flowing freely and 25 to 30 Hogs in the yard, all missing the front spark plug wire and I held the keys in a drop-through floor safe like the old gas stations used to prevent the load of cash from being taken by it having two levels one available for extra change and the drop-through was a different style lock and key system that the owner possessed and matched to the night before sales. A cool set up that as gas stations were torn down for food centers in stead of repairs and Oil changes that most went to scrap heaps I got two of them for the asking and I used one for keys in the drop through. All my parties were keepers and I returned keys and wires at 5 hours past the kegs running dry. I had a few get pissed off and wanting to go to fist city after agreeing to stay until mostly sober. I found it a measure many added to their parties as we entered the era of huge lawsuits and seems to be no one wanted to be held responsible for their own actions, hell look where the attitude that grew from then has gotten us as we have passed the mind set that has grown into the mindset of the occupy movement. I don't know how my old wandering mind got here but I guess in short, I don't want to find that you or Justom don't disappear from posting here because of surpassing limitations.

I haven't figured it out yet but I want a file that one of my girls will post for me, because I've made friends here that the "not knowing" part of them if they were to no longer be able to post due to a stroke or death would be a blessing. I already experienced one who posted as "GreatAmerican" and I knew he was an old fart and he was sick, I liked him and we traded email and it just stopped. A bummer not knowing and I sent several mails hoping a family member might answer but didn't. that was 2.5 years back. Many don't think a person can be deeply rooted in a friendship with a cyberspace foundation. I could rattle off an east 15 names that a campfire and moderate temperatures that a tale telling event that was a real get together for a happy and connected bunch that laughter and stories by passing the talking stick where all in turn got a chance or three to drop a tag with a name on it in one of two coffee cans with a name and reference to which tale told was truth or bullshit and the cans held one of two slots, good or great. For Wesman a puke bucket LMAO! but I must admit been there done that!

Way off topic, but it's not odd for you guys to trip my trigger and spew like a volcano a ton of stuff off topic. It may be the fresh herb that has caused me to go off as well as gives me the munchies that I'm getting ready to place on the grill after my evening feeding of the fritters and haul a batch for the bobbed tail mountain lion, he is old like me and holds up in his cavern and stopped taking my animals after my finding his dwelling and tossing meat to him at least once a day after shooting and making a high shot the hit his tail at about 4 to 6 inches and then he let loose one of his blood curdling screams as he turned and made his den and chewed it off where my 270 was a bit high as I went for the between the eyes shot. I read up on him and decided to do all the stuff told to me not to do, to keep him away, cool neighbor.

Happy new year you guys, Justom and Wesman. I have some hubs to write I just need the want to, Peace and stay safe!


Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 31, 2011:

Dude, is that ...the right progression to NOT get sick?

Beer, wine, Liquor?

You might not have that problem either - but last time I went out....which is what this gosh dang boot article is about...I had various beers, and also several Jaeger bombs.

I like Jaeger Bombs!

But anyway...and I'll tell you Jaeger bomb stories some night - that stuff there does some things that other combinations of drink don't seem to do - but I think I was hung over because of mixing the Jaeger bombs and beer.

justom from 41042 on December 31, 2011:

I hear ya, it's best to know what you can or can't handle. That's part of the problem for me, I can handle a LOT. Can't think of many of my friends who could ever hang with me. I can drink beer then have some wine then the liquor and burn on top of it. While it's kinda cool it's probably a curse too :-P

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 31, 2011:

I just can't seem to drink it. It's like the high alcohol concentration just irritates my mouth or something.

Last time I tried to shoot some Maker's Mark or wound up coming through my nose, which really sucked.

I've been able to drink clear liquors some...either Gin or Vodka. I can't drink Tequila...I can almost vomit from the smell of tequila - there's a psychological thing to it...drank half a fifth when I was 17, passed out in a mud puddle like Ira Hayes....

justom from 41042 on December 30, 2011:

Todd, if I had to stop drinking liquor I might stop drinking but the bud stays, as does...uh other things :-P

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 30, 2011:

Dude...I mean, Dusty! I just can't drink ...doesn't agree with me at all.

Ain't scared of no weed though...none has attacked me yet.

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 30, 2011:

Wesman, Willy's good but I got some that'll run with the dogs I roll it as last coarse after all stagger into the bunker and get set it brings the day to a grand finally and kills any hang over from your choice of drinks cuz it's like landing a chopper the next day in slow motion while you got the munchies bad and I fire the 52 O'Keeffe and Merritt and start off with 2 pounds of bacon, hash browns and 6 egg truck stop omelets and biskits and gravy the old school way. It fills you up and puts you back in the land of nod for an hour or two. barf bucket are provided. John the horse will show you the right way to chug a 5th of Black Jack he grabs it with his teeth and rare his head back and 39 minutes later he goes hog as wild jumping and king his rear feet and farting like a shotgun. Ah good times!


Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 30, 2011:

Gentlemen, were I to drink Tequila in your respective or collective "presence."

I'd be to blame for the first splatter marks....maybe they'll be outdoors...folks mind that less...generally speaking.

I used to try to always vomit in one particular corner...someone has to feed the flies.....

justom from 41042 on December 30, 2011:

Hahahahaha!!!I'm on my way man with bourbon. Me and Jose danced a couple of years ago so we tried to have a relationship again but as always he kicks me in the ass too much :-P

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 30, 2011:

You guys would be a hoot to have out here for a big fire some cold beer hot tequila and sack of some of this special seasoning for marinating brains into the spinzone where the bullshit flies and the goats run scared, ya ha ha ha

justom from 41042 on December 30, 2011:

You guys are killin' me!!! Todd that would be a F'in hoot. You got medicine? I'm on the way :-P I got some too but this time it ain't the finest...but it works!

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 30, 2011:

Bro, inhale deep and do a flyby,......

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 29, 2011:

Dusty and Tom...wish both you fine Gentlemen were around here for some music and story telling...I've got a tiny bit of Texas Finest medicinal herbs....not something I'd share with just anyone.

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 29, 2011:

Wesman, that is good enough to satisfy my curiosity, cheers, pip pip and all that stuff,


50 Caliber from Arizona on December 29, 2011:

Oh yeah, I love you too bro, I'm leaving solving them murders to you, I ain't never murdered no body, just responded to the call Peace, dust

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 29, 2011:

Hey, tell me sumpthin, how come them elephant boots got feather hole titties on them like ostrich boots? I was gonna ask you last night at the bar but you never did show up and I forgot anyway, flying elephants no?

justom from 41042 on December 29, 2011:

Hey Todd, what up? I agree, I just come back to read Dusty's comments. One of the best writers on here while the comments are funny they also hit me in a totally different way too. That damn war man......

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 29, 2011:

Dusty....I love you.

Nobody else in the world could leave a comment like that!

50 Caliber from Arizona on December 26, 2011:

Wesman, back in the day I wore Tony Lama boots, they were pretty sweet, then one day while I was in Texas, I'm thinking 1969 or so, this tobacco chewing wild man that run the gun opposite me took me with him on leave after we both boot camped together and went to gunners school and then received orders and spent a year behind a pilot who loved to do stupid shit that after we survived it we smoked left handed cigarettes, and when we flew to different places, Like Thailand, He broke out his pointed cockroach stampers [they could get the ones in the corners] and we had a 72 hour party.

While I was there we went to Austin and was introduced to the man who made the boots that next to my Uggs fit and wore like [foot pussies] and I still wear them on occasion because I only have one foot and it is losing feeling due to nerve damage and a diabetes related disease, "Neuropathy" another part of agent orange, Tony Lama boots were my choice prior to any of these little problems and the uppers out lasted the soles 3 to one or better. these were the best hand made boots I had the honor of having made,


Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 24, 2011:

Thank you very much, Sally!!!!! Wayne's an old hand at Hubpages, but I've not taken the time until recently to bother getting to know him, really.

I'm trying to be more social on this site. It couldn't possibly hurt anyone any by reading and commenting more...and so that's what I hope to do.

I can't dance for nothing...but who freaking cares if you've got a good looking woman slippin' and a sliding your way?

Truckstop Sally on December 24, 2011:

Besatiful boots!! Glad you hit the dance floor with them! On my way to Wayne Brown's Bar hub now.

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 24, 2011:


LOL! I asked to NOT get any presents this year as I already had to borrow some cash to get another old computer after a storm fried my last one....but there's gifts with my name on them anyway!!

Merry Christmas Debby!!!

Debby Bruck on December 24, 2011:

Hi Wes ~ You mean you were the kid who received an expensive gift, unwrapped the present and played with the box? Deb

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 24, 2011:

HOLY SHIT TOM!!! NOW I GOTTA LOOK REAL HARD TO SEE IF I ACTUALLY SAID "Tony cowboy's lama boots"!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 24, 2011:

Thanks lokoyizone!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I've got to find out which part of the world you are in!

Some folks where that style always, but I'd truly only wear them going out to certain types of places!

justom from 41042 on December 23, 2011:

First man, I couldn't stop laughing that you had to qualify that they are men's boots 'cause I couldn't see you wearing cowgirl boots:-P The next thing I thought was they were Tony cowboy's lama boots, do they make those:-P? I haven't has cowboy boots since I was about 6 or 7 years old but I still have pix somewhere and I wore them well. Hell man I even got to see Roy Rogers when I was a kid, in person! Good hub, especially the story about your night out. If I lived closer we'd surely get into some serious trouble hanging out.

lokoyizone on December 23, 2011:

Very nice looking boots.It's just a pity that I cannot get to wear them in this part of the world.

But I love them.

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 22, 2011:

Thank You Debby!!! I'll take what I can get in this life, and the things that I haven't had to pay for have always been the things I appreciated the most.

Debby Bruck on December 22, 2011:

Beautiful boots, Wes. You're a lucky guy.

Wesman Todd Shaw (author) from Kaufman, Texas on December 22, 2011:

Thanks very much Chris!!!! I'm for a bit of polish, and just maybe I'll get to go out a' fox hunting in ye olde bars again b'fore much too longer!

Christopher Antony Meade from Gillingham Kent. United Kingdom on December 22, 2011:

Great looking boots Wesman. Long may you wear them.

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