In a time when hate, division, and
self-promotion run rampant, there is a code of ethics at risk of extinction.
This code, the Cowboy Code, represents a time when things were done
differently. My daddy grew up in the last days of that era, the era of the
great American Cowboy. Sure, there are still cowboys, but they're not the same.
What's truly sad is that this great decline of character and work ethic has
taken place within my lifetime. Just 20-short-years ago, the world was very
different; the cowboy code still stood firm. Now all you boys in your Hooey
hats settle down. Y'all may think you know the code, but your attitude proves
otherwise. The code goes far deeper than removing your hat to wink at a girl.
It's about family, work ethic, respect, integrity, character, selflessness and
a long list of other qualities this generation knows very little about.
Daddy grew up in a time when family
was important. Family was everything. Family represented your heritage, and
you'd protect that with everything within you. You were proud of who you came
from and wanted to uphold their reputation. Family was the ones you knew you
could always count on, and because of that, family came first. No questions
asked.
Neighbors were next to kin. If a
neighbor needed help, you helped them. More than that, you didn't wait to be
asked for help. If you saw a need, you filled it. It didn't matter if you had
cattle to work, too, because they'd gladly return the favor. In fact, working
cattle was much different. Cattle workings were a family and community event.
Neighbors came together to help each other's operations.
Work started before daylight. The
code was upheld. The owner of the operation gave the orders, and you did things
their way to the best of your ability. You wouldn't dare argue with someone on
their own operation. You could do things your way on your own place. When you
were given your orders, you didn't complain. You knew your place. If you were
told to ride swing or drag rather than point, you did so happily because you
were glad to be able to help wherever needed. You wouldn't take another rider's
job; instead, you'd go above and beyond to do your own job well.
Horse etiquette was followed and
taken seriously. You wouldn't cut another rider and their horse off. You were
cautious of your horse's whereabouts in relation to the other animals. You let
the boss lead. The boss was the first through the gate and the other riders followed
in seniority. You'd do your best to be the first to get the gate and wait on
the ground to close it, especially if you were the youngest rider. The other
riders waited for the gateman before riding on. Out of respect, you'd offer to
work the ground first and let your elders rope when dragging calves. Once the
morning round was worked, everyone took a break long enough to socialize and
enjoy a meal consisting of the specialty dishes of the cooks in the outfit.
Then, it was back to work until the job was done for the day.
Horses were recognized as your
greatest tool and best friend. You put your horse first in every situation.
Your horse was fed and readied for the day before you had breakfast. Throughout
the day, you took care to pay attention to your horse. If he was tired or sore,
you'd rest him. You would rather take care of your horse and not accomplish as
much than risk the horse's wellbeing. As soon as you'd finished a task, your
horse's saddle was removed or at the very least, the cinch was loosened. You
made sure that your horse was kept hydrated by watering him frequently. At the
end of the day, horses were unsaddled and fed well before you ever thought
about resting yourself. You put your horse first, friends second and yourself
last. Selflessness was a key character quality.
Your elders were to be revered and
respected. The younger generations recognized the wealth of knowledge, wisdom,
and experience the older generations had to offer. My daddy talks about
spending all his time with his granddaddy. He remembers the lessons about
managing cattle and handling horses that were passed down for generations. More
importantly, he remembers the life lessons he learned from Granddaddy. He talks
about the kind of man Granddaddy was and trying his hardest to become that kind
of man. He talks about the understanding that the younger generation had,
always knowing their place and being happy to do their part. You got the gate
and shut it too. You'd answered with "No, sir." and "Yes, ma'am."
You listened to learn, not to respond. You showed respect in word and action.
My daddy grew up in a time and place
where your hat meant something. The crease of the brim was the same crease your
family had used for years. People recognized you by it, and because of that,
you wore it with pride. You removed your hat as a sign of respect. You wouldn't
dare set foot in a church building or someone's home without removing it. You'd
take it off to greet a woman because you respected her, too. It wasn't just a
fashion statement. It wasn’t just for show. It represented your heritage and
served a purpose in protecting you from the elements during long days spent
working outside.
Firm handshakes were important, too.
Integrity meant something and your handshake was a representation of that. If
you said you'd do something, you meant it. Honesty was expected and upheld. You
treated everyone with respect, especially your elders. If you wanted something,
you earned it. Hard work was common, and you'd go the extra mile because you knew
it was worth it. You took pride in your character and worked to improve it.
Selflessness, honor, and courage were attributes you strove to attain. These
things defined you. These things made up the cowboy code.
The attributes of the cowboy code
represent a time of strength and goodness in our culture; a time when
selflessness came before self-promotion. It represents a time when people came
together not just in times of crisis and need, but in daily life. The cowboy
code isn't about being a cowboy. It's about having character and integrity in a
world that is desperately lacking those qualities. Perhaps these things are
worth protecting. Perhaps if the cowboy code was implemented in each of our
lives, this world would be a little nicer.
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