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Bloomburg, Texas
About Ricky Lummus

Ricky and Dink



The Calf Catching

I got a call from my neighbor the other day,
He said a cow had jumped over in some fresh cut hay.
    He said she wasn't bad, she was just a calf,
As I was hanging up the phone, I heard him laugh.
    I caught my dogs and loaded ole Buster,
This wouldn't take long, I'd be home by supper.
    When I drove up, he just pointed- didn't say a lot,
I looked- all I saw was horns, hair, and snot.
    He said she had done got mad, she was on the hook,
I stepped up in my saddle and gave him a look.
    He unsnapped the dogs, they went straight for her nose,
I looked way up in the air and said, "There one goes!"
  The other one got stomped and took a pretty good hookin',
When he ran by me, behind he wasn't lookin'.
    I didn't worry 'bout her leaving', she was coming to me,
Who'd come out the winner, we was fixin' to see.
    Ole Buster was wise, we had roped lots of cattle,
He already knew who was gonna win this battle.
    She weighed twelve-fifty, she was comin' fast,
I thought htis cow catchin' would be my last.
    Ole Buster was quick, he just stepped aside,
I threw my loop, we never missed a stride.
    She came up the line, I saw fire in her eyes,
I had to get her tripped, before one of us dies.
    I let her run by, popped the rope over her hip,
Ole Buster took off, it was the perfect trip.
   She went head over heels, she hit the ground with a rattle,
Ole Buster knew we had won this battle.
    We loaded her up and we had a good laugh,
When my neighbor said, "Now, ain't she a pretty calf."

2003, Ricky Lummus
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East Texas Cowboys

When most folks think of Texas, they think of cowboys and the West,
Out there they figure that's where the cowboys are the best.
But all the hands ain't from Amarillo, Lubbock, or Abilene,
I know some hands that's hard to beat, just west of the Sabine.
Out here it ain't wide open, the land ain't so flat,
There's thickets, mud, and briars- them vines knockin' off your hat.
When them crosses hit the thickets, go lay down and hide,
We let the dogs a loose, to take away their pride.
When you lace up an old brindle, amongst the briars and the vines,
You wish you was on the prarie- you wouldn't be in such a bind.
So next time your travelin' south of Texarkana or down round Carthage way,
You'll see them cattle by the numbers, a chewin' on that hay.
Somebody has to gather, doctor, and feed these beast,
It's done by us Texas cowboys, over here in the East.

2005, Ricky Lummus
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Rickky told us: Nearly all the articles written about cowboys in most of the western magazines are about cowboys in west Texas or New Mexico or anywhere out west. But if you study the cattle population anywhere east of the Tyler, Texas area all the way to the Arkansas and Louisiana state line you will find thousands of small ranches and probably more cattle than out west. There are a lot of good cowboys in east Texas. And I can tell you from experience that it takes a good hand when you are gatherin a bunch of Brahma crosses out of the river bottoms. I have roped alot of them cattle and when you are down in them thickets and an old high horned cross bred cow bays up and starts slinging snot and dares you to come in and get her then you wish you was out on the prairie where it's wide open with plenty of room but you ain't, so you got to cowboy up and go get her and believe me it will separate the boys from the cowboys. We use Cur dogs and Catahoula to go in and try to take some of the fight out of em. Anything to give us a little advantage helps. We also use dogs to help keep em bunched to drive em to the pens. I have been in them thickets a bunch of times a wishin we was out where it's flat and wide open.  Like I said before, most of my poems are true tales and if you happen to be in the east Texas area just pay attention to all the cattle. The Sulfur river bottom and the Sabine (pronounced Sabeen) river bottom grow lots of good grass and lots of good cattle too. And someone has got to look after all them beast and that would be us cowboys over here in the east.


The Hat

If you study a man, by looking in his eyes,
Or the way he walks or even what he drives.
I challenge you to look atop his head,
You study his hat, then his story can be read.
Is it made of palm or beaver hide,
Is it thick with dust and stained with sweat - that's dried.
Look at the shape and study the crown,
Is it clean or dirty where it's hit the ground.
Has it got a feather or a fancy wide band,
Just study the hat and you will know if he's a hand.
Does he wear it cocked or down on his ears,
Did he just buy it or has he worn it for years.
Just study the hat, see if it's got a story to tell,
Does it just hang on the rack or has it been through hell.
If you study the hat, then you will know,
If he's a hand or if it's his first rodeo.

2005, Ricky Lummus
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The Pickup Man

The music starts and lasers come alive
The smoke billows as the bull riders arrive
The fans are cheering for their heroes in hats
They cinch down tight as they call for the latch
There is a man ahorseback down in the pen
He's a cowboy's cowboy a man among men
He is one with his horse he can rope and ride
He has a job to do he takes it in stride
It's not for the money and glory there's none
If there's a cowboy in the place he knows he's the one
He saves the bronc rider he let's him down slow
And when he ropes a bull then everyone should know
The man ahorseback down in the pen
He's a real cowboy a man among men
He's not asked for an autograph he gets no acclaim
Most folks don't even remember his name
But when the show is over and everyone has gone home
He's still a cowboy on the prairie he'll roam
He will catch wild cattle he will doctor and brand
And when the weekend comes he's called the pickup man

2006, Ricky G. Lummus
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Ricky told us this poem, "... came to me one night at a bullriding that I was working 'ahorseback,' watching a lot of the bullriders 'dress' up for the show. Most pickup men, myself included, do not look for any attention or fame. We get real satisfaction in knowing if anything needs to be done 'ahorseback' we can get it done whether it be under all the lights or in the thickets or on the prairie. I really do think the pickup man doesn't get the credit he deserves as far as the publicity or attention from the announcers or commentators, whether it is the PBR or the PRCA. And like the poem says 'If there is a cowboy in the pen he's the one.'"


About Ricky Lummus:

I have been involved in the cowboy way all of my life. Me and my family try to keep the cowboy lifestyle alive in these parts. I own my own rodeo arena and team rope with my twin brother and his boys. Me and my brother and nephews also catch wild cattle. The horse I am riding is "Sport." Me and Sport have been a team for about 12 years. I can tell a lot of tales about some of our experiences. Me and him have been in some pretty good jams and he has always taken good care of me. He has kept me out of what we here in Texas call "one heck of a wreck" more than once. I could go on all night about how cow smart he is but I will save that for another time. [Read the sad news of Sport's death in 2009 below.]

I am self employed with my own wholesale equipment business. I cowboy part time for myself and the local ranchers. Cowboyin is what I love to do but it is hard to raise a family of five on cowboy wages. Me and my brother are pretty well known in these parts for catching wild cattle or just cattle that cannot be penned or cattle that likes to leave home. I have a good set of cow dogs that we use. They are blackmouth cur and catahoula. I live in Northeast Texas where there are a lot of thickets and swamps and a good dog sure comes in handy when an old brahmah cross gets an attitude when you're belly deep in water or trying not to get tangled up in a bunch of vines and briars. 

I also raise bucking bulls. I have raised some good bulls that have went to the PBR. The one I am most proud of that I raised here on my ranch is Lethal Weapon. He has been drawed by all the top hands and has only been ridden three times in the PBR. Chock Donaldson hauled him for three years! on the Bud Light tour. Another bull I raised won the ARA bucking Bull of the year in 2000. I have a lot of calves out of Lethal Weapon that I am raising and hope they will be as good as he is. 

Most of my poems are about true cowboy experiences that I have been through. I have quite a few poems and a couple of short stories. "The Calf Catching" is a true story that happened a few years ago. I work my neighbors cattle and he has got some pretty nasty brahmah crosses. I love workin his cattle a horseback. A lot of the time when he calls he will be havin trouble with some of them ole hookin mama's and he will say something like this. " Son I got an old cow over here that I just need to get in the lot, I don't thank she'll be any problem so could you bring your horse and get her up for me, she's pretty gentle,  it probably won't take ya ten minutes."  But it always turns out to be an adventure and we always have a good time and usually a good laugh before! I leave. 

The photo of my family is of my wife and three daughters all of which are pretty good hands too. All four have competed in barrel racing and have won a few buckles between them. 



Ricky and Sport

Ricky writes:

It is with great sorrow I tell you that Sport passed away March 15, 2009. He was one of the best horses I ever put a saddle on. Whether it was catching wild cattle in the thickets or doctoring cattle or ropin' bulls he knew his job and like I said in my profile, it seemed he always knew when there was a potential wreck about to happen and he would do his best to keep the situation under control to the best of his ability.

He was 29 when he passed. Here lately it was all he could do to get to his stall and I knew he was in a lot of pain and since I retired him a few years ago he has kinda went down hill. He just loved his job. I was holding his halter when the vet gave him the shot and that was really hard on me but I know it was the best.

The horse I ride now is a very fine animal also and he is looking like he is gonna be the caliber horse Sport was. "Dink" is a 6-year-old that I started riding as a three-year-old and he is well seasoned by now and just like Sport he can do it all. I sent a picture of me on him ropin' bulls at a bull riding. He's got a lot of heart and he always puts me in the right spot. He is a grandson of Colonel Freckles out of a Sun Frost Mare and built like a tank and pulls like one. 



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