The Dirt Road Sport: Growing Up in Old Florida's Cow Country

The Dirt Road Sport: Growing Up in Old Florida's Cow CountrySee life through the eyes of a young cracker cowboy growing up in Old Floridas cow country during the 1940s and 50s. I put in thousands of miles on horseback chasing (and sometimes running from) old Floridas scrub cattle, (a mean and ornery bunch!). This was my life from age 8 until my early 20s. I received a hard earned PHD in Cow ography by the age of 15. Somehow I lived through being thrown off a horse at least 50 times; being bit, kicked, reared

See life through the eyes of a young cracker cowboy growing up in Old FloridaÕs cow country during the 1940Õs and 50Õs. I put in thousands of miles on horseback chasing (and sometimes running from) old FloridaÕs scrub cattle, (a mean and ornery bunch!). This was my life from age 8 until my early 20Õs. I received a hard earned PHD in ÒCow-ographyÓ by the age of 15. Somehow I lived through being thrown off a horse at least 50 times; being bit, kicked, reared up and fell on, scraped off on trees, ran under tree limbs and yet came out all in one piece (well, more or less).

After being married at age 17 and suddenly being responsible for someone other than myself; I started the long hard road toward achieving the American Dream. That road was rough and rocky, sometimes taking one step forward and two steps backward. From a penniless beginning, I am living proof you can achieve anything you can dream.

Read my story, laugh, cry and learn.