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The Death of the Marlboro Man


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The Death of the Marlboro Man

He was a real cowboy who worked every day of his life and was a lot bigger than even Marlboro made him out to be.

by GARY CARTWRIGHTSEPTEMBER 1973

headerphoto-e1497622258158.jpg The Marlboro Man doing some real cowboying outside Old Glory

A world big enough to hold a rattlesnake and a purty woman is big enough for all kinds of people.
—An old-time cowboy saying

INEVER REALIZED THAT THE Marlboro cowboy was real until I read last May that he had drowned on a bucking bronco. Drowned . . . incredible . . . drowned on a nervous young colt in a newly-dug stock tank on the Bill Flowers Ranch near Old Glory, in the starkly beautiful Marlboro country north of Sweetwater. No one knows exactly how it happened; as usual, Carl (Bigun) Bradley was alone at the time.

Bigun and his daddy, Carl (Banty) Bradley, had just sold the colt to Bill Flowers, but Flowers’ foreman couldn’t handle him. Bigun saddled the horse late that afternoon, cinching the flank rope tight as he could so the horse would feel pain every time he bucked, then he rode off toward what they call Cemetery Pasture.    :snip: http://www.texasmonthly.com/articles/the-death-of-the-marlboro-man/

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