Here's a picture of my Great Grandfather that made me that cow horn. He carved BB in it for my name Buddy Bell. He didn't have much just a saddle which I think my cousin Joe still has. He was Joe's grandfather. He worked cattle for a land owner and for pay you got a place to live and an acre or so for farming. Maybe a small salary I don't know but I do know things where different in his day. But it's 2016 so why bitch FB friends?
One last thing that proves white boys are evil. I got this for Christmas one year. Once again I went straight to the encyclopedia, lucky there was no Google back then, and looked up something. I went back to this set and sure enough there was a bottle of Sulfur and a bottle of Salt Peter. John Lesser came over and the experiment was on. I went out on the back porch and got a piece of charcoal out of my dad's barbecue charcoal bag and smashed it on the the sidewalk. I mixed them together placed a grasshopper on top of it and said, "watch this Lamar" lit it and blew up the grasshopper. I'm sure glad my mom didn't hear it. That type of stuff was short lived though because a few days later I shot a hole in our roof with my dad's 300 Savage. Boy did I get a whopping. I learned what not to play with.