Real Cowboy

[Shotgun Steve]

Very good REAL Cowboy image. This is NOT a studio prop shot. He is wearing his own boots, hat, rope, spurs, gun ( Colt ) and HUGE knife. You see so many studio prop shots with empty shell belts...not this one. He is ready and loaded....see the close-up. Also note that his pants even have fringe on them. Contrast is slightly low near his left shoulder, however the image is VERY clear and in wonderful condition. Front mark is A.P. Davis, Deposit, N.Y. ID on the back says Frank Kerr, Deposit, N.Y.

[French Jack]

Are those belt loops on his pants?  Certainly look like it, do you have better view of picture enough to tell? 
Thanks.

[Roscoe Coles]

Its an interesting picture but what is a "real cowboy" doing in rural upstate New York?  Despite the pants, which are a bit fancy for a working cowboy, he does not have the look of a wild west show performer, just not showy enough. 

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[ChuckBurrows]

Only bit of info I found on the photographer
A. P. Davis lived to be over 100 years of age and did portrait photography in Deposit between 1880 and 1920. His Front Street studio was housed in a structure originally built in 1805.

IMO it's a Deposit local togged out in real cowby gear ala the "old time" photography studios around today - still a neat photo.

Cool thing - Deposit, NY is where my Dad was born - his family moved from Connecticut and settled in the area during the early 1800's

[Dutch Limbach]

This cowboy from the Grabill Collection is virtually a deadringer for GLFMC's ole G.W. Schofield.

[James Hunt]

I know GW and given his age, I just assumed that was him in his youth..., you mean it isn't?

[Sir Charles deMouton-Black]

Dutch;  I recognized that photo.  Found it on page 151 of Cowboys & trappings of the old west.  It describes the rider as a trail boss. 

[Dutch Limbach]

Dutch;  I recognized that photo.  Found it on page 151 of Cowboys & trappings of the old west.  It describes the rider as a trail boss. 

He could indeed be a Trail Boss. The Collection's index describes the photo as: "'The Cow Boy'- Photograph shows side view of a cowboy on a horse, looking towards the camera. 1888"

James, I've had my suspicions about ole G. W. One of them is, I don't ever recall seeing his reflection in a mirror, and he is always wearing those smoked glasses when the sun's out!?

[Texas Lawdog]

I think thaty G W's hair might be a little longer, but other than that, he looks purty close to me.

[Steel Horse Bailey]

He is what he is ...


And he makes a mean pot 'o cawfee!  Just the way coffee is described in the movie Hidalgo.

[Delmonico]

He is what he is ...


And he makes a mean pot 'o cawfee!  Just the way coffee is described in the movie Hidalgo.

But does he have an ibrik and make Turkish Coffee, now that stuff is beyond mean, we use it to keep the night guard awake.

[Steel Horse Bailey]

But does he have an ibrik and make Turkish Coffee, now that stuff is beyond mean, we use it to keep the night guard awake.

Never having had the pleasure of sampling anything you've made, except that mucho excellent bread some years ago, I can't say for sure, howsomever,  GW's coffee is probably nearly as strong ... and when ya have a cup you get breakfast, too!

 

[Delmonico]

Never having had the pleasure of sampling anything you've made, except that mucho excellent bread some years ago, I can't say for sure, howsomever,  GW's coffee is probably nearly as strong ... and when ya have a cup you get breakfast, too!

 

One demitasse cup of water (4 oz) one heaping teaspoon of finely pulverized coffee, same of brown sugar and a pinch on Cardamom, bring to a foaming boil three times and drink.

Surprised you didn't have one over in the big sandbox, this is the original way to drink coffee. 

[Dutch Limbach]

But does he have an ibrik and make Turkish Coffee, now that stuff is beyond mean, we use it to keep the night guard awake.

I don't know about an ibrik or Turkish Coffee. I do know G W will pull out his camp stove and use it to brew a pot of coffee in the Ramada Inn in Paintsville, KY. That new fangled electric coffee maker that was in the room would never do for him. Peevine and I sat there just waiting for the smoke detector to go off. And while we waited we speculated about given the amount of firearms we had in the room whether or not the Paintsville PD SWAT team would be called when the smoke detector did go off.

Fortunately, the coffee got brew without incident and, as SHB mentioned, was pretty darn tasty.

[Delmonico]

I don't know about an ibrik or Turkish Coffee. I do know G W will pull out his camp stove and use it to brew a pot of coffee in the Ramada Inn in Paintsville, KY. That new fangled electric coffee maker that was in the room would never do for him. Peevine and I sat there just waiting for the smoke detector to go off. And while we waited we speculated about given the amount of firearms we had in the room whether or not the Paintsville PD SWAT team would be called when the smoke detector did go off.

Fortunately, the coffee got brew without incident and, as SHB mentioned, was pretty darn tasty.

I like that story.   

[Delmonico]

Would like to get together with some of you folks in a camp sometime, think we'd have fun and GW could have coffee duty, forgot to bring most of it ground to the GAF muster this year and I kept Rick awfully busy with my hand crank one.

[Mogorilla]

Ah Turkish Coffee.  You have to love the Turks who have such great thoughts devoted to Coffee

Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love

A cup of coffee commits one to forty years of friendship.

Had my first turkish coffee 25 years ago in College, good friend was a Turkish Kurd.

[Steel Horse Bailey]

Ah Turkish Coffee.  You have to love the Turks who have such great thoughts devoted to Coffee

Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love

A cup of coffee commits one to forty years of friendship.

Had my first turkish coffee 25 years ago in College, good friend was a Turkish Kurd.

Had my only Turkish coffee - many times - at a Greek restaurant (run by an elderly Greek couple I called Oma & Opa, which is a pet name for Grandma & Grandpa) in Fulda, formerly West Germany.

They had many flowers in vases all around the restaurant.  Upon closer inspection, I found the vases were fashioned from 105 mm Howitzer casings with lots of scrollwork and carving.  It was cool.  And the food was outstanding.

I've also had coffee from when I lived in Brasil, South America.  (We spell it Brazil;  they spell it Brasil.  Coffee was grown all around the town where I lived.  Viscosa, in the state of Minas Gerias; about 125 miles north of Rio deJanerio.  It was a college town - which is why I was there - with an exchange program with Purdue University.  The way coffee was drunk down there: fill a small cup 1/2 full of freshly harvested cane sugar (also very prevalent around town) then fill with coffee.  No moo-juice (unless preferred).  The sugar kept the strength down low enough that the resulting concoction would only remove rust from an old bumper, not rot right 'thru the lining of your stomach!
 
But it was surprisingly tasty ... even to an eight year old - back in 1959!  The only other thing to drink (worth drinking) was Coca-Cola.  The water was filtered ... THEN boiled before using.  Milk was basically non-existent, except for Carnation  or Pet  condensed milk.  It took me over 20 YEARS after I returned before I could drink either coffee or Coke.

 

[Delmonico]

This thread got me to dig out the last of my small stash of coffee from Istanbul Windy City Joe gave me at the GAF muster, good stuff, you had to go to quick today Jeff, was going to tell you I was sittin' with one when I called you back.

Started makin' then for eye openers in camp since espresso's as I drink many of, no how no way would have been in a cosie's camp back then.  See one time I cooked for an English Gentleman, retired military that had served in the middle east.  One his huntin' trip to the Colonies he broght the Ibrik and introduced me to them and made a gift of that wonderful device when he left.  And that's the truth.

[J.D. Yellowhammer]

I've also had coffee from when I lived in Brasil, South America.  (We spell it Brazil;  they spell it Brasil.  Coffee was grown all around the town where I lived.  Viscosa, in the state of Minas Gerias; about 125 miles north of Rio deJanerio.  It was a college town - which is why I was there - with an exchange program with Purdue University.  The way coffee was drunk down there: fill a small cup 1/2 full of freshly harvested cane sugar (also very prevalent around town) then fill with coffee.  No moo-juice (unless preferred).  The sugar kept the strength down low enough that the resulting concoction would only remove rust from an old bumper, not rot right 'thru the lining of your stomach!
 

Well I'll be durned!  I lived in Sao Paulo fer a year--1965.  Yer right about that coffe, drinking that stuff would grow hair on yer chest!  It did mine, and I was only 11 years old!!