from The Manor Messenger (Tx) newspaper Sep 16 1999
then there's Skeeter, not the tallest cowboy, if he's not repairing
a saddle for the area horsemen, he's building step by step,
a beautiful custom saddle, cutting top quality leather, stamping
intricate and beautiful patterns into the cowhide, screwing,
glueing, and nailing each layer onto a wooden saddle tree, making
each saddle unique for a unique horse and owner."
is second nature to Skeeter. His initiation to the trade came
as an elementary school age kid when he'd leave the ranch near
Graham, Texas with his grandpa to get supplies in town. His
grandpa would end up at the domino parlor. Next door was the
saddle shop where Skeeter spent his time, there being nothing
else to spend. He could stay "as long as he worked."
would be content to live where only horse transportation was
allowed, never mind that the range life is rough and unpredictable.
Breaking horses and his bones including "legs, arms, finger,
ribs and a collar bone" is just the price to pay for his love
of horses. He said, "I would have taken better care of myself
if I knew I'd have lived this long."