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We have a funny name, but we are serious about our beef jerky.  It started when this Cowboy was just a little buckaroo and Pa shared a bit of his home style jerky. My mouth waters just remembering that first taste.  Nothing in the stores could even compare. Cowboy Dick grew tall and firm on the family’s secret recipe. 

When Pa took his last ride, I thought the recipes went with him. But at a family reunion, Aunt Lola pulled out the old man’s cook book. Once home, I set upon making my first batch. Following the sacred texts, I marinated my meat for two days.  On the third day, Cowboy Dick’s meat was smoking in the backyard.  Neighbors heads poked over their fences. “Can I have some of that Dick?” They hounded the Cowboy from every angle, eager to get their hands on my meaty treats.

It was sweet agony, the smell of smoking meat for endless hours. But, it was done. Now we just needed to let it cool. But JuneBug, that’s my wife, was begging for some of the Cowboy’s meat. By the time we finished, the jerky was cool enough to try.    The fist bite transcended space and time, this Cowboy was back with Pa in his tiny kitchen.  So much flavor. So good.  Finally, I found the Jerky I’d been craving for so long. 

 Soon, JuneBug was sharing my meat with her friends. The Cowboy believes in sharing. And in these difficult times, the world needs Cowboy Dick.

                 -Cowboy Dick