untitled for now

It began with a rope. Not any rope, a riata.  A long coil of hand braided leather with a running noose used to catch livestock, tether animals or showboat one’s cowboy roping skills. Riata, lariat, lasso made of genuine rawhide was my spouse’s newest tool (toy, hobby. obsession).  More unusual than the riata is the fact that my spouse and I are in our sixties, live in a metropolitan midwest city and have a few chickens that do not qualify as livestock.

The big fella was excited and professorial about the intricate processes and art form of riata making. My reaction was perplexed irritation. The pitch about the exercise and skill building fell on my deaf ears. I don’t recall seeing any noose loose in the front yard. I can relay, with conviction, that the riata became another decorative fixture in our living room.  She was a perfect companion piece to the soapstone bust of an African man now wearing one of the big guy’s Stetsons. (more to be revealed)

3 thoughts on “untitled for now

  1. Amy Frazer

    We have similar things: a custom made sea kayak for the nearby ocean waters; a large variety of cowboy action shooting items; a collection of antique razors; and an entire wardrobe of 18th century re-enactment props and clothing. *SIGH*

  2. G.s.wood

    I first learned to throw a reata when I was around ten. Our foreman, a cowboy named Johnny Tester, taught me and let me use his to catch first fence posts then latter to catch our horses, our donkey Nicotine, my pet sheep Tommy, our dog, my little brother Mike. It was great fun. The reata my lovely bride speaks of was braided by a famous leather craftsman named Louis Ortiz. It is eighty feet of braided old west magic, sure to bring a smile to any aspiring vacaro or buckaroo as the name familiarized to. It joins my spurs, saddles, boots and my horse Bandit as reminders of my western heritage and the little cowboy that still resides inside.


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