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My cowboy boots are tried and true
From the moment I found them
I instantly knew
Comfort and style
What a dream at last
But little did I know
The memories we’d share
These cowboy Boots and me
Make a perfect pair,

From Barrel Racing
To Bullriding
Cattle Driving
Doe-Si-Dos
Off to church on Sunday
Back to work on Monday
Miles and miles
Across many floors, yards, gardens,
ranches, groves, and gravel roads
A treasured memory held so dear
With every single scuff
Across each toe
What’s between These cowboy boots and me?
Only my socks know!

I am 26, I was envolved in a serious accident when I was younger. I suffered a severe to my knee, and been plagued by it ever since. Now today I work in manufacturing; (I am on concrete all day long) I could never really find shoes that are comfortable. One day my wife and I were at the Midwest horse fair in Madison, WI and I tried on a pair of Twisted X work shoes. Now Twisted X shoes are all I wear. I can not find athletic shoes that stop my knee pain like the Twisted X Brand of shoes. Thank you Twisted X.

When I was sixteen years old I developed a “drug” problem, my mom and dad kept dragging me to church! That is a joke for those of you who didn’t get it. Anyway, we attended a small church of about 50 people. There was a man in our church who was small in stature and always dressed in western attire. He always had a bit of a dirty appearance and a handshake that would bring you to your knees. His hands were worn and rugged and he always looked as if he had just finished up a hard day’s work. Sometimes I would smell a little hint of body odor on him. He reminded me of “real cowboy”. As a teenager I felt a little uneasy being around him, (teens seem to be a little too judgmental over appearances.), but when he smiled he would light up the entire room and all of those barriers were broken. He had a way of making you feel as if you were the only one in the room and you were the king. His wife was plain looking and very sweet. She was one of those few people that seemed to drip with love. As a teenager in the 1980’s I was always fashionable with the latest western styles. I always had on my new brush popper shirts and Tony Lama bull hides for church. After church during our ritual handshaking this old cowboy would shake my hand and look at my boots and always say, “you gotta keep the toes scuffed.” For many years I thought he was talking about working hard. You see I would return the favor and look at his boots that had seemingly irreparable scuffs on the toes of his boots. I never said it but thought “I would never wear boots like that”. Several times he and his wife invited me to their home and I am sad to say that despite living only a few miles away I never made the trip. Years went by and I went off to college. I returned home to marry to my preacher’s daughter. I spent several more years chasing bad guys working as a police officer. About eleven years ago I finally surrender to the Lord and accepted my calling to preach. Two years later the Lord moved me back home where we started a church in my hometown. I never forgot this old cowboy but had not spoken to him for years. I heard that his wife had passed away a year before my returning home. He was struggling to keep the ranch going alone. One day I decided to finally take him up on his offer to come by. Driving there in my old Ford I wondered if he would remember me. I thought about the things I could say and after some thought I figured out that I was gonna ask him, “have you kept the toes scuffed?” Little did I know what the Lord was fixing to show me! Pulling into the drive past the old corrals I noticed the lawn was grown up and the house was in need of some repairs. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I thought I could hear someone talking in the old barn behind the house. As I started toward the barn I thought it was the radio, but as I approached I recognized his voice coming from the barn. The closer I got the more I could make out what was being said. In heard this old cowboy thanking God for his blessings and thanking God for those who had been a blessing to him. He prayed for the church and asked God to bless them, never once asking anything for himself. Then I heard him say something that shocked me! He began to ask the Lord to bless me! Then he said my name! I did not want to disturb him but could not help from glancing into the barn. There he was kneeling down in the gravel and dirt praying. I could not help but notice the toes of his boots were buried deep into the dirt and gravel and then it hit me, “you gotta keep the toes scuffed”!

There is a young man named Shawn who saved his grandfather’s (Bampa) western boots so that he could wear them when he grew up. When Shawn was barely 3 years old he would put his feet into the boots (with a little help) and ask his Bampa if they fit now. His grandfather would tell him that when he grew up a little bit more, he would fit into the boots. He loved his Bampa - went fishing, riding, boating, and even picking wild mushrooms in the woods with him. In the spring, on March 15, the two of them would plant peas in the garden. When the peas were ready to be picked Bampa and Shawn would stand in the garden and eat them as they picked the peas. Shawn also wanted to be a hunter like Bampa when he grew up.

Unfortunately Shawn never got to show his Bampa that the cowboy boots finally fit. His beloved Bampa died the year Shawn turned 7 years old. The boots are now worn out and do not fit any more. Shawn now would like to have another pair of boots just like his grandfather did - rattle snake style! But Shawn is now 14 years old and no longer a little boy waiting to fit into a size 9 - he is now a size 11 boot! Shawn is doing chores so he can earn enough money to buy a “real” rattle snake pair of boots.

well ive searched and searched on sites for western boots for myself my hubby and i are renewing our wedding vows in june and we want it to be western well im havin a hard time finding durango boots in a wide width well what do u know i go on your site and bingo yous have them in a size 10w but now i dont have the money to purchase them. oh well sucks to be me i guess i should of searched your site earlier

I had a pair of Tony Lama Work Cowboy Boots and they were without a doubt the Best Boots Anywhere! They were tan in color. The quality was unsurpassed as I have had others and they do not compare!
I was sitting in a coffee shop one evening talking to some friends and a motorcycle guy came in. He was 6 feet 2 inches and as he walked by me he stopped, looked at my Lama Boots and said “There’s a Real pair of Cowboy Boots!”
That was when they were about 4 or 5 years old and when I cleaned them they easily looked almost new again. Unfortunately, I lost them somewhere.
They are the best!

My name is River. I am a sorrel and white paint mare who enjoys long rides and participates in local team -penning events. My partner is new to equestrian activities, so fortunately I usually have enough horse sense for the both of us. I was rescued by my partner last April, and became her first horse. After alot of medical care and attention, we began riding about a year ago. She provided me with tack that would make any horse hold it’s head up with pride. I was eager to go…until I saw her sneakers. The other horses in our riding club whickered at us behind our backs. My white patches turned pink with embarrassment. We were riding WESTERN, for crying out loud! My horse-feathers didn’t stay ruffled for long. I gently explained to her she needed to wear boots. I then stepped on her toes, just for emphasis. She went to a second hand store and came back with a pair of gently-worn boots. I thought our problems were solved…until about a month later when went on a trail ride. The morning started out cool, but by lunchtime, it was sweltering. It was even to hot to flirt with the gelding beside me. I was proud of the way my partner pulled me up and dismounted like a pro…until I realized the heels of her boots had peeled off and were still in my stirrups!

Well I wear my boots everywhere I go and that day i went to the mud bog with some friends. When we left we were going to a buddys house and his mud pit to do some muddin of our own. On the way there we have to go through a strech of woods called the burt swamp. I traveled that road everyday for work so i knew the road well. Anyway I got the bright idea to climb out the window of the truck i was riding in and go sking down the road in my boots. So i held onto the door of the truck that was moving at about seventy five miles per hour and put my feet down and was hoping not to fall off. I had my feet on the road for the whole six miles doing stunts like pushing one foot out to the grass and going backwards and things like that. when i opened the door to climb back i looked at my boots and well the tread on the bottoms were gone and one boot the toe had been squared off like some one had taken a saw to it and chopped the toe right off. It was a lot of fun and a rush out of this world but i seriously doubt i’ll ever do that again.

Congratulations  Matt Teagarden, of Kansas

Week four winner Mat Teagarden shares his horror story of a very expensive pair of missing boots. Matt’s story had an average rating of 4.86 and is good enough to win him $200 worth of free cowboy boots from Boot City - The Best Western Store in Texas (and by default, the country)

Matt’s story was titled The boot switcheroo and can be found here http://www.cowboybootstories.com/2009/04/18/the-boot-switcheroo/

 Congratulation Matt, you can claim your free cowboy boots today. (or anytime in the near future, just watch your email for details)

My grandson, who is graduating from high school in June, has ask for cowboy boots for several years. But since he didn’t live in Texas where I lived, I always sent him something else he requested. Like video games, etc. that don’t have to be fitted.

Well he quit asking for the boots, however, not long ago I was visiting him in South Carolina and we were talking about gifts he had received. He said “Grandma Texas, I’ve always liked the things you sent me………but (with watery eyes) I’ve never gotten my cowboys boots…..(break a grandma’s heart)……. SO for graduation he is getting cowboy boots……a loving grandma……