Welcome to the campfire

We intend to use this blog and our time to talk about all things western and western wear. Our boot review section of the website has over 200 reviews of the best cowboy boots west of your keyboard. These are reviews by real customers, with every customer purchase being verified. (in order to do a boot review you have to get an invitation from one of our retailers and enter your order number and your matching email address.)

The non-biased boot reviews are intended to help you make a better decision, of course out here people tend to make up thier own mind about things, but we hope the informaion will help you do just that.

In the coming weeks we are going to feature a couple of the new boots being released for this shopping season as well as get you up-to-date all the new western wear that is going to be available for your Christmas season.

If you are interested in writing for our boot blog, please drop us an email.

Our theme song, as performed by Harry Connic Jr - Bing Crosby or Old Blue Eyes ---

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer cause I don't know how
Sure ain't a fixin to start in now
Yippie yi yo kayah

I'm an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand
I'm a riding fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8
Yippie yi yo kayah

We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande
And we come to town just to hear the band
We know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bbout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah


I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd?
Down from the Rio Grande
Oh where the west is wild all around the borderland
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
and the Injuns run up a rug or two
and the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah
Yippie yi yo kayah

I'm a pioneer who began from scratch
I don't bat an eye in a shootin' match.
They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch.
Yippie yi yo kayah
Yippie yi yo kayah

Get along little horsy
Get along little horsy
Yippie yi yo kayah, oh!