But every once in awhile I've come across a true Son of the Old West and today was one of those days.
I visited a small Farmers' Market and saw stands of ceramic wind chimes and jewelry and dog food and various knicknacks and homemade cookies.
Not what I think of as a farmers' market.
But there was also this fellow.
His name is Eric Leblanc.
He lives in Chino Valley and he has made a living for more than 50 years shoeing horses.
I asked him if he could make a living at that these days.
He said "Oh, yes. I make a living for myself and (I think) over 40 animals."
He said he had grown up "cowboy-ing" in the nearby Verde Valley and after attending college he came back and began his present occupation.
What attracted me to him was his luxuriant facial hair.
He also had a pony tail that hung down to the middle of his back.
And he said he still wears the same size clothing that he did when he was in high school.
(I told him I hated him for that.)
9 comments:
You know how you tell a real cowboy; by their small butts.
Real cowboys. Not stuff of legends. Yes a farrier can make darn good money in horse country.
I like his 'stache-sideburns.
Phil, then I think he was a real cowboy.
LL, precisely.
Val, me too!
Hell of a soup-strainer.
What a great face!
That IS some serious facial hair!
He looks like quite a character.
What a fabulous face! He'd fit right in to a western movie.
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