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.