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Jerry, these are circa 1920-1930, My grandmother was born in Melville, MT outside Big Timber, MT. My great grandfather was one of the first Norwegian immigrants to settle in Montana. Picture on the left is my father and his horse Dewey in the Crazy Mountains. Picture on the right, my grandmother seated on the running board (dark hat and Poka Dotted dress). My father is on the far right. Note his folded up jeans. My Dad would spend summers on the ranches, traveling from San Francisco. One of my cousins has a huge cattle ranch and another a huge sheep ranch. Another cousin is the retired funeral home director, fire chief, and mayor of Big Timber. What I would give to be camping somewhere in Montana right now, snow or no snow.
Love it???Ok, here is my story on Folded-up or Cuffs on my Jeans,,,,, Grandma said it was so I could Grow into them, Grandpa said Roll-em Down just before you climb in the Saddle,,,,, ie... Standard Wrangler Jean's or "Levis" length fit at street level, ended up being to short in length once your in the Saddle, it ends up being about 2-3", thats why you'll see a Guy in Cowboy Country with a pretty Long fit, when walking at street level, just another day on the Ranch, I do miss it so.......
We had a black lab on the ranch that would lay in the bottom of the water troughs only thing above water was the end of his nose. The horses often wouldn’t even notice him while drinking. But we had grandma an old Mare if she caught him in her trough it was total hilarity. She would plunge her head in and shove him around the bottom he would just go limp it was like a horse was doing dog laundry in a watering trough. Eventually he’d get the message and bail out. That was the goofiest dog.....Tanner falling in......
Yes, any excuse will do for them to get into water..