Fall 2024 New Graphics & Prints

Classic Sendero Western vibes. This design pays homage to “El Jefe’s” family ranch. Now don’t get confused, it ain’t his ranch nor is he out there doing any Cowboyin’ on...

Everyone’s got those days out on the water. The ones that are so frustrating you’re ready to chuck that rod and reel as far as ya can, but that’s why...

This one’s for our boy Pecos Bill, a cowboy so badass he’s wrangled every manner of livestock from El Paso to Beaumont. But his most formidable opponent is still that...

Here at the official Western Division of Sendero Provisions, we take our jobs very seriously. Months of research and development go into each and every product, design, and photo. After...

Legend has it that on the dustiest, loneliest nights in the old West, phantom cowboys would rise from their eternal rest for one last ride. These skeletons were just too...

This one’s for our boy Pecos Bill, a cowboy so badass he’s wrangled every manner of livestock from El Paso to Beaumont. But his most formidable opponent is still that...

Legend has it that on the dustiest, loneliest nights in the old West, phantom cowboys would rise from their eternal rest for one last ride. These skeletons were just too...

For as long as we’ve kept this train runnin’ we’ve been inspired by the scenes, sights, and sounds of the Southwest. ‘Bout time we slapped a sweet Southwest pattern on...

Considering SPIRIT OF THE WEST and SOUL OF THE WILD is on just about anything and everything we’ve ever made, a description seems a little redundant. Yeehaw.

Here at the official Western Division of Sendero Provisions, we take our jobs very seriously. Months of research and development go into each and every product, design, and photo. After...

There’s a legend about a trout named Big Al, who thought he was the king of the río, stealin’ more flies than a chicken coop. Tired of Al's freeloading, Ol’...

Who needs Wascawwy Wabbits when you’ve got the even more elusive and unknown Jackawope right here in Tejas?! Always in season, but rarely seen.

The Sendero Speedway’s where legends are made, not on smooth asphalt but rugged, unforgiving Tejas dirt. Cowboys tear through 500 miles of wild country, chasing more than just a finish...

Picture yourself sitting on the banks of the beautiful north country of the Río Grande: crisp mountain air, cold Lone Stars in the cooler, the perfect fly on your line....

Sometimes, luck’s like a tumbleweed- shows up when you least expect it. But with a little “Buena Suerte,” you’ll find your way.

Here at The Cowboy Country Club we don’t concern ourselves with things like “dress code” or “decorum” we just value the important stuff like cold Lone Star and a dang...

Old Western Proverb: Never drink with your shooting hand. The guy that figured that out didn't write it, by the way.

Cunning and desert-worn, the Road Runner is the southwestern sigil of grit. Life or death, eat or be eaten... The desert offers no shelter and the sun takes no prisoners, but...

Quien a agave mata, a agave muere. Kinda gives drinkin’ a margarita a whole new meaning, huh? Ain’t stopping us.

Cunning and desert-worn, the Road Runner is the southwestern sigil of grit. Life or death, eat or be eaten... The desert offers no shelter and the sun takes no prisoners, but...

13 years. That's how often you get to see these bad boys. But you can wear this shirt everyday!

In the spring of their 13th or 17th year, mature periodical cicada nymphs emerge between late April and early June in fantastic numbers. Following the developmental phase, the adult cicadas are active...

The Sendero Speedway’s where legends are made, not on smooth asphalt but rugged, unforgiving Tejas dirt. Cowboys tear through 500 miles of wild country, chasing more than just a finish...

Dusty old log cabins are perfect for thinkin’, relaxin’, and gettin’ some rest out by the fire. They’re also perfect for weird spider bites and back aches from a bad...

A late spring desert shower, and a bloom of red ocotillo flower.

Picture yourself sitting on the banks of the beautiful north country of the Río Grande: crisp mountain air, cold Lone Stars in the cooler, the perfect fly on your line....

Cunning and desert-worn, the Road Runner is the southwestern sigil of grit. Life or death, eat or be eaten... The desert offers no shelter and the sun takes no prisoners, but...

Sometimes, luck’s like a tumbleweed- shows up when you least expect it. But with a little “Buena Suerte,” you’ll find your way.

Sendero. Provisions. Co. Plain and simple. And what pairs perfectly with a dagum good lookin' monogram? Thunderbirds. Don't get it, ya say? You will...

Quien a agave mata, a agave muere. Kinda gives drinkin’ a margarita a whole new meaning, huh? Ain’t stopping us.