An individual that buys all of his "cowboy"
gear at the local cowboy wannabe supply store and listens to atrocious music about pick up trucks and tractors, yet all the while is the sorriest excuse for a hand you will ever meet. He has never even seen a cow but calls himself a cowboy because he has cheesey
boots, a Kenny Chesney straw
hat, and a giant store bought buckle he proudly sports to hold up his camo
pants. The ultimate poser and a disgrace that pisses on the culture and tradition of the cattle punching profession.
He says he's a
cowboy but he actually doesn't know a damn
thing about horses or cattle or how to
drive that tractor his damn radio is always singing about?!? What a gunsel fuck.