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When I was in college, I bought a new pair of Justin bullhide boots. They were probably the best set of boots I had bought thus far. Comfortable, solid, tough. Little did I know how tough they really were.

I have definitely put the miles on these boots - from walking to class everyday, to working in the yard, to construction, to hiking in Hawaii, to walking the Vegas strip end to end. Every year, they were in desperate need of resoling and reheeling. But between myself and a faithful boot repair store, they kept in pretty good shape throughout the years.

Then there was the fateful moving day. I had just bought a house in a new town about 60 miles away. After a few days of moving boxes and furniture from one place to another, my Justins finally gave in. I noticed that both outer sides of my boots had ripped open. I was devistated! I’ve had these boots for 10 years by now and have taken me everywhere.

I soon was able to get over my grief when my trusty boot repair store was able to patch the sides. They were no longer everyday boots, but I couldn’t just let them go. So they became my regular work boots. Working in the yard, constructing a new finished basement, woodworking, or just camping - they were still there.

A few years later, I was on a camping and float trip with friends - and yes, my Justins were with me. At a point in the 10 hour float trip, I happened to take off my Justins for a moment. Shortly thereafter, we hit a bend in the river. What I didn’t see immediately after the bend was a fallen tree on the inner bank. The tree had created a fast and turbulent current that drove most of us towards it. I hit the tree and dispite best efforts, the canoe was sucked under the tree by the current - taking with it everything in the canoe - boots and all.

But they weren’t to be done in by nature either. A canoe that flipped ahead of me had already recovered and was able to pick up items as the rest of us fell victim to the same fate. They swiped up my boots (and other items) as they floated down the river. A little soggy - but at that point, so was I! After the trip was finished, we all sat by the fire with supper and relived the trip. I sat down in my chair and relaxed in a dry set of clothes while my Justins sat calmly by the fire and dried out. A bit of TLC and saddlesoap later, they were doing just fine.

It’s now been 15 years and my Justins are still going strong. I’m looking forward to the next 15 years - whatever it may bring - those Justins will be there with me.

There isn’t a day I more cherrish than when I can slip on a pair of my favorite jeans only to be topped off with a pair of my boots.
The sun was up as I headed out to hop into my black pickup truck to enjoy my weekend. Oh I had a couple of errands to run, but it was still my schedule..not someone else’s. Stops included a visit to my parents, pay a few bills, and a trip to my hair stylist.
The day really was quite relaxing. As my day progressed I found myself at the end of my errands getting my hair cut. As the young lady trim my salt n pepper hair she commented that my beard and mustache need trimmed also. As any good cowboy does I heeded her words and left her do her thing. She then wanted to change the color of my facial hair to match what nature had left me on top of my head. Again I granted her this wish.
After she was done with eveything she stated how handsome I look now.

The moral of this story is that you should always “go with the flow”..because all Real Cowboys..die(hair-dye) with their boots on!!

I have people constantly over the years I have been wearing your boot complimenting them. I love these things and have had to resole each pair more than once because I wear them so often. They’re incredibly comfprtable and I’ll wear them for the rest of my life.

Hi my name is the left one. I have a sister named the right one. She’s a litle shy so I will tell you my story. About a year ago we were mailed to a lady in NY state. We wern’t even a week old and she’s trying to clean stalls with us on her feet. Mind you now we’re not a pair of those cheap plain boots. We are a pretty turquoise and brown sexy boot so cleaning stalls was not what we had in mind. After about 5 minutes of that we decided to give her a blister. She learned real quick and got a pair of muck boots for that. I thought we had it straight but then she went out in the pasture to get her pretty white horse. I kept yelling at her “Wait,watch out, don’t step in that.” It was too late. My sister and I were in it up to our calves. She couldn’t hear us ’cause she was to busy chasing after her horse. Green horn! Wasn’t long before she was using us for the purpose for which we were made. But wait there’s more. Two weeks ago she and some of her riding buddies went on the first trail ride of the year. Boy was that pretty white horse ready to act up or what. After trying to race across every field and kick at the other horses he managed to actually kick one. This shook her up so bad she decided to get off that awful horse and lead him back to the barn. I said wait,wait! Remember ALL that mud and water we rode through to get here? When we were safely in the stirups? You’re not thinking of—-Yep she is. This time she couldn’t hear us ’cause she was yelling at that horse. We were a brown mess when we got home. Luckly we are a good pair of cowgirl boots and we were cleaned and almost back to new. I’m sure we have more to go through before our days are done but our owner has learned a lot about boots and horses in the last year.

She knew she was a cowgirl though she lived in Upstate New York where cowgirls were as scarce as hen’s teeth. She knew all about cowgirls from watching “Fury” “Sky Masterson” and “Annie Oakley” on the 12 inch black and white TV in the living room. The TV cowgirls had a horse, a hat and cowboy boots. It was clear that she needed more specialized equipment if she was ever to become what she was meant to be.

The most pressing equipment need was a horse. She begged her Mom and Dad so constantly and pitifully that they finally relented and took in and old horse from a kid’s camp in the Adirondacks. The horse, “Twinkletoes” was so old his back sagged and he sighed whenever someone got on his back to ride. He was also barn shy and would only gallop when he headed back to his stall. The entire Twinkletoes experience was disappointing. Then she grew up and forgot about being a cowgirl.

One day when she was a very old lady she found “Boot City” on the web. She found cowboy boots that were red, blue, pink and white, with gems and studs. She remembered that she had once wanted to be a cowgirl and ride the range. She ordered the boots and wore them to her Master Gardeners meetings where all of the other old ladies marveled at her boots and asked where she got them. Then one by one they went to the web and ordered their own.

The moral of this story is you are never too old to become a cowgirl. You just need the right boots.

I get a lot of compliments about my Python boots. In fact my ex-wife asked the first time i wore a pair of Geniune Python Boots, ” Wow, how come you never wore boot’s like that when we were married” I said, ” You want to know how I hade these made” She says, ” Yes”, I said ” When you shed your skin, I made a pair of these Boot’s”… True story, she would even testify to that.

My little niece is in love with horses, about 3 months ago we went out a leased her a horse. A little brown Arabian horse named Lucky.
Her family is of limited means so she was riding the horse in an old pair of tennis shoes. One day my wife and I decided to buy her a pair of cowboy boots. We are not horse people, or even boot people so we had no clue what to get her. The Boot City folks were so kind and they helped us pick out the great pair of Pink Ariat Boots for Kids, these were pro-baby.
Our niece now wears these boots everywhere including on the horse. Thank you so much.

There they were…the boots of my dreams! In a thrift shop of all places…perfectly worn in, heels tapped, resoled, black lizard, and they were my size! It was like a dream come true…I could even afford them. My lucky day!

I was working on yachts at the time so it wasn’t like they were going to be looking hot with my every day attire but at the end of those long days, I could slip into my jeans, pull on those boots, and feel like a new women boot scootin down the dock….Speary top siders get out of the way because these boots are made for walkin and they are gonna walk all over you!

It was like they improved my pool game, dart game, and I could dance all night. It even seemed like I never got tired…like the boots had a momentum that just took me along for the ride. Let it be said that sailors like cowgirls!

Then, I got pregnant. It was a good thing and I was so happy. Until my feet swelled up and the boots wouldn’t go on no matter what I tried…so I waited, and waited. Finally the baby came and life was getting back to normal.

I was ready to thrash those flip flops and pull on my boots. I tried to deny it for a long time but it was just not going away. My feet had grown a whole size larger. No one had EVER mentioned this was a possibility and now all my girls were saying “oh yeah, that happens sometimes.” You think they might have mentioned this maybe a year ago so at least I could have made a choice. I mean I love my baby and know that my life is better because of him but…my boots! I held on to them for over a year hoping that maybe someday…but alas, I knew that I had to find the perfect person to wear them for me. It had be someone that had little feet…not an easy thing with all friends with many babies…and this person had to be in need of something to make her feel that way those boots made me feel. After a very long search I found the perfect friend…I knew they would serve her well and she would certainly appreciate their “specialness.” She is wearing them to this day and loving them…and I bought myself a bigger pair of Vintage Justin’s just to make it up to myself…and now I feel better about the whole loving and losing thing. My little boy likes to wear them and ride his stick horse, clicking his way down the hall. He doesn’t even know that I wouldn’t let anyone else even think about putting their foot into them…but for him, the world…even my boots!
Let it also be said that daddy’s like cowmammas…and Martha said ” thats a good thing.”

I live in the Frisco Texas area and I am in need of one boot. It’s a Tony Lama 9 ½ D black lizard skin right boot. Unfortunately, due to an altercation at a Dallas Cowboys Vs. the Washington Redskins football game, I became separated from my boot. While out in the parking lot a Redskins fan became obnoxious and required special attention. And me being from the great state of Texas had to oblige. Three things are constant in Texas, everything is bigger, cowboy boots, and we are always happy to open up a can. Somewhere during the altercation I put my boot right up his posterior end and broke it off. Unfortunately, this left me with only one boot, but it left mister Redskins Fan speechless. Not to mention the Cowboys won, so all in all it was a good day.

After a long day at the office I rushed off to the airport to catch a flight from Dallas to Charleston, SC. This was before everyone had to remove their shoes, but after the tighter security started. So it is my turn to go through security, I am all set, laptop is out, belt is off, cell phone is tucked into a bag. I am ready to slide right through when the security guard, or whatever you call them told me to remove my boots. continue reading