Unicorns may not be real, but midnight riders are the next closest thing and just as magical. Galaxy gallopers, star-bred stallions, milkyway mustangs, whatever you wanna call ‘em, they prance...

Legend has it that deep in the heart of Tejas, two skeletons come to life under the full moon. Known as "Los Viejones," these spirited ancestors, adorned in traditional attire,...

Yer gonna need a whole lot more than 30 foot worth of rope to wrangle this puppy and ya definitely don’t want to end up on the wrong end of...

Legend has it that deep in the heart of Tejas, two skeletons come to life under the full moon. Known as "Los Viejones," these spirited ancestors, adorned in traditional attire,...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Ever seen a cowboy ridin’ a giant chicken? No? Neither have we, but we dreamt it up and it looks “official” Western if you ask us.

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’...

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...

Back in 2014, a posse of bored cowboys got tired of wrangling cattle and decided to lasso some real thrills. They swapped their trusty steeds for speedboats, traded spurs for...

A skull grins beneath an ‘ol Stetson brimFlames lick his helmet blue, defying death's whimWith hollow eyes he stares, a cowboy to the boneRidin' through eternity – wild and free,...

Just about every city kiddo that dreamed of bein’ a cowboy when they grew up started with a trusty stick horse. Complete with obnoxious neighing that'd make mama bust out...

Cowboys are known to make anywhere their oasis. Back in the day, a sun-baked vaquero and his amigos squinted at a pair of scraggly palm trees (or were they just...

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...

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.

Bad, bad Leroy Brown Baddest trout in the whole damn river?  That doesn't rhyme... we'll just put it on a shirt.

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...

A master on the sticks, an artist with a fly, and an ace at hitting that pocket of water just behind "that" rock- El Capitan is the MVP of the río this...

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!

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....

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.