Hey! My brother-in-law is a real live ranch hand who rides a horse, ropes cows & brands 'em, smokes Marlborough reds, rodeos, and writes cowboy poetry. He's like 6'6", skinny as a rail, handlebar mustache, huge ass buckle, and about 5 dogs. The man's never worked outside the Dakotas, Nebraska, and Kansas.
So piss off, Ken Cox! If I ever meet you, I'll carve your spleen out with a pie server!