what if the tooth fairy put a pair of justin boots under your pillow instead of money?
Two years ago I was in Moree for my wife’s cousin’s wedding. Moree is in north-west New South Wales, Australia.
I needed to buy a handkerchief as I always forget something, so went into town to a shop that sold men’s apparel.
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I walked out of the place with a box of 3 handkerchiefs and a brand new pair of 13EE Dark Brown Marbled Deerlites along with a wife just shaking her head at me in amazement.
I’ve got to say I’ve been wearing boots for over 20 years and they’re the most comfortable ones I’ve ever worn.
While in the Marine Corps in the early 70's I experienced quite a lot of pain after injuring my knees. While I was stationed at Pearl Harbor I became friends at church with a husband & wife who were both osteopaths. He asked me what kind of shoes I had worn growing up & was I wearing different now. He explained that what you wear on your feet affects your whole body alignment. (Not too many wore Justins to the beach.) When I told him I always had worn Justin boots around the horses growing up, he told me to write home & ask them to send me a pair of my old boots.
Not only did I write, I went to the Ala Moana shopping mall, found a western store & bought a new pair of Justin boots that day. I don't know the model now but they were a tan foot with a chocolate top. Guess what...after just one week my pain was gone. And I didn't care who in Hawaii saw me wearing by Justins under my jeans instead of sandals.
In February 2008, the love of my life (Kevin) asked me to marry him and become a Farmer's Wife. I was so excited that I had to call everyone I knew and tell them the great news! The first words out of one friend's mouth was, "Does he know you are a high-maintenance farm girl"? I just laughed.
We planned a fall country-western wedding, October 4, 2008. It was the best day of our lives! We smiled for a dozen pictures, laughed with family and friends and ate a lot of country cookin' and cake. Since the wedding, we've celebrated Christmas and recently my 25th Birthday! For Christmas, Kevin built me a Cowgirl Boot Rack that was absolutely beautiful. He even decorated it with horsehoes! It was made to hold 6 pairs of Cowgirl boots. I had 5 filled up instantly.
Well, then my Birthday rolled around and I wondered how he was going to top it. If you take a look at my Birthday Present, you'll see that my husband knows I am a little high-maintenanced, especially about my Cowgirl Boots, but I am HIS "High-maintenanced Farm Girl" forever. The best is yet to come!
Not all cowhands live in the west; in fact Wrentham, Masachusetts is about as east as you can get. Never the less I do help on a local family farm, both feeding and watering the horses and cleaning out the barn stalls. It is not easy work as anyone that has done this job will tell. Champ is my beagle, other than chasing rabbits and making a great family pet, his time is spent sleeping in the hay and watching the commings and goings of the riders. He is especially friendly to the young children that visit the barn to see the horses.
Spring thaws will often come early in this part of southern New England. Last week was no exception. Temperaturs soared and the snow ice that covered the wet land and farm pond below the barn became weakened and small amounts of water showed. Panic struck me when I could not find Champ and even more so when I heard his cries of in the distance. He had attempted the ice and had gone through the slush only yards from the shore.Knowing that a small dog would not be safe as night fell my dad and I made a call ,we tied a rope to my waist and sent me wading into the fridgid water. Yes it was cold and the bottom of the pond very muddy, thankfully not all that deep however. I moved quickly. In the efforts my hat was lost and nedless to say my boots (old Justins from a local church thrift shop) were ruined. I guess it was almost time to think of some new boots anyway. Champ was fine after drying him off and getting him back to the family room. He slept comfotably for the night with me by the family woodstove.Certainly glad that the episode ended favorably I promised myself that I would keep a closer eye on him on those late winter and early spring days.
Just before the turn of the century Justin put out a style of boot that looked a lot like what they now call the Punchy line, with the square end toes, Loved those boots and heard more compliments on them than with any other I wore, cowboy boots are one of my vices. My daughter was just about 3 years old at the time and liked those boots almost as much as I did and when they weren't on my feet she would be traipsin round, not playin' cowboy, just wearin her favorite boots. I took good care of them, resoled a cuple times, re heeled a couple times, and finally when the leather around the edge of the toes wore through I figured they had had their day and it was time to let them rest. We have a pile for old clothes that we are sort out when the pile gets big enough and get a batch to take to Goodwill, a batch to make new rags out of, and if nothing else to toss. I noticed the boots were gone from the pile rather quickly and thought nothing of it, thought the wife tossed them, she knew I certainly couldn't/ wouldn't myself. well, it's been 9 years now since I bought them, 4 or 5 since they were, I thought, tossed. Bought our daughter a new, bigger bed being she's 11 years old now and went about trearing the old one down when they delivered the new one. I thought I had struck treasure, there under my daughter's bed were the old square toe boots. I had to chuckle and wonder how in the world they ended up there and asked our daughter if she knew they had been there. " yeah, I been saving them poppa. You have the firsat pair of boots you ever had", which is true, a little old black pair of flat soled cowboy boots from when I was about a year old that I keep on display in the living room, " I wanted to keep my first pair too" she continued, "Ain't they cool?" I looked at her Mom, my chuckle turning into a misty eye and said "That's our girl!" "Sure is" my wife answered.
I HAVE BEEN A COWBOY ALL MY LIFE. SEVERAL ,WELL MANY YEARS AGO I RECIEVED AN INVITATION FROM MY SWEETHEART TO GO WITH THEM TO THEIR WEEKEND GETAWAY HOME IN THE MOUNTAINS FOR AN EVENING VISIT.
I WANTED TO LOOK MY BEST OF COURSE AND WORE MY BRAND NEW JUSTIN BOOTS THAT I HAD SAVED UP TO PURCHASE.THIS WAS MY FIRST PAIR OF JUSTINS.ABOUT 10:00 P.M. HER FATHER INFORMED HER THAT THE EVENING WAS OVER AND I HAD TO LEAVE.I RODE WITH THEM TO THE HOUSE ,HAD NO PHONE THERE OR AT HOME AND HAD TO WALK APPROX. 14 MILES IN THE RAIN TO GET BACK HOME.I KNOW HER FATHER THOUGHT THIS WAS FUNNY FOR ME TO HAVE TO DO. MY FEET WERE IN GOOD SHAPE WHEN I GOT HOME HOURS LATER
AND I HAVE BEEN A #1 FAN OF JUSTIN BOOTS SINCE.
I remember vividly the first pair of boots I bought when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I loved horses and riding and always wanted a pair of my own boots so I could "look the part" - well that's what you were supposed to be wearing, right? I saved up my money for months and months until I thought I had enough. I begged my mother to take me shopping for a pair of boots. Upon entering the department store, my eyes were fixed on them, there they were... just the ones I wanted. They were beautiful. They had my size and they fit perfectly - I could visualize myself in those boots and I was so excited. My mother picked up the box to look at the price. "Twelve dollars!" she said abruptly; she threw the box down and walked out of the store without me! I ran screaming at her to come back. Through tears I pulled my savings out of my pocket and told her that I had saved most of the money for them. I was scared because she didn't say a word. She finally agreed to make up the difference. I wore those boots until they had holes. And 55 years later, those boots are sitting on my mantel along side of my granddaughter's first tiny little Justin ropers.
When I came back to New Mexico from Vietnam thirty eight years ago … there were three things I wanted… I wanted a home cooked meal, a new Resistal hat and a new pair of Justin boots. I got three out of three. Not bad. Prices have sure gone up since then. My mother would not cook the meal I wanted… it reminded her too much of my then deceased father, but a home meal I got anyway…
It felt really good to have the boots of my choice on my feet instead of the jungle boots I had worn during what seemed like forever. And a hat of my choosing instead of the fatigue hat, or helmet. There was a sense of freedom that can not be appreciated unless you’ve experienced a place like ’Nam, or Iraq, or Afghanistan.
There is a brother/sister-hood that we would prefer didn’t exist amongst those of us who have experienced war. That others simply cannot appreciate. A longing for simplicity, truth, and love…. because some how these got ripped away somewhere in the smoke, tears, that acrid metallic taste of fear…. With no one to turn to.
Putting on a good fitting pair of ropers, wranglers and a hat mellows that out for me. It doesn’t make it go away, just kind of smooths it out… gives back a little of that lost apple pie of America that we were l told we were fighting for.
Some how it helps…it brings back a bit of the love, truth and simplicity of America… that seems to be missing, even today.
Thanks Justin, you are appreciated. We’re still coming home.
Well my story started around christmas time..just before christmas to be exact..i met a new girl and things just clicked for us. She took me horse riding one time and i was hooked. but all i had was my work boots...very uncomfortable to ride in. Everyone kept telling me you should get new boots and they all owned justins. so i got on the justin website and searched and searched for hours until i found the perfect one that i like The AQHA Remuda mahogany worn saddle .. So i used the retailer locator to find a store near me and it gave me Pistol Creek western wear in Columbia, SC.. i begged my girl friend to take me there for a week before we finally got time to go..i walked in and searched and search hoping that they had the boots that i wanted. I was almost dissapointed until a salesperson asked if i needed help and i showed them the picture i printed off the website and they said hold on let me look around, and sure enough all the way back in the back corner they had two pairs left and one of them was my size. It was absolutely perfect. And they were even having a sale.. which made it an even better expirience!! So i snatched them right up and wore them around for the night..and i begged my girlfriend for another few days..until we got to ride again..and it was an absolute perfect day not a cloud in the sky, nice and cool, and i was sporting my brand new boots..it was a fabulous day trotting along the country road, taking it all in. I love my new boots soo much i want another pair to wear all the time as my normal shoes so i can sport them around everywhere, and not get them messed up at the farm.
February 21, 2009
My 11 year-old second cousin, Anna, started riding horses and barrel racing with me several years ago. She has quickly learned what cowboys/girls wear. She appreciates practical equipment that is functional and true to cowboy roots, such as Justin Boots.
As with most youngsters, she outgrew her boots from last fall and is in need of a new pair. So I let her wear a pair of my Justin Ropers, which she really likes.
Her mother told me that last week Anna was helping her clean closets and spotted a red Justin Boot box in the back of her mother's closet. She asked her mother what was in the Justin box and her mother told her Justin boots. Well my second cousin didn’t believe her and asked her mother to open the box to "show" her the boots.
And there they were, much to her surprise, a pair of raspberry Justin Roper boots. She couldn't believe that her “city girl” mother owned a pair of Justin Boots! Albeit they didn’t have much wear, they were still the real deal in Anna's eyes.
Today, my second cousin has a bit more confidence in her "city girl" mother to choose real cowboy gear.
Dear Justin Boots --
The story by Annette Clark is heart warning and sad all the same time, and I can't think of anyting or anyone more deserving of winning. Mrs. Clark will alwways be a great cowgirl, and my Stetson's off to you, Mrs. Clark. Now that heaven is your prairy, I wonder if you know a couple of old NE cowboys? Let me explain.
My family is a little more north east of New Mexico...Scottsbluff, NE. My grandparents, Aspasia and Jimmy, had a small farm, some 40 acres or so. My grandfather (James, or Jimmy as everyone called him) and his brother Lester (my great uncle) were born in 1882 and '83, respectively, right there in Scottsbluff. They cowboyed up till WW I. Both served in the Army. Wish I could say they charged up San Juan Hill with TR, but that wouldn't be true. But both survived the war to end all wars.
When they came back, my grandfather became a carpenter and farmed too. Lester cowboyed into the '20s. Then the great depression hit. The great plains were indeed a dust bowl, but not everywhere to where nothing would grow. Jimmy still farmed some but mostly to feed his family. Since he was a carpenter, he had a trade and for the most part, was able to work. Those that had money were able to still maintain their farms and ranches or what was left of them and in so doing, employed those who had a trade in demand. Barns and buildings were built and my grandfather worked -- mostly.
Lester, on the other hand, rode up into South Dakota. Like "Monte Walsh", he did everything from a saddle. Lester's work didn't always fall on the right side of the law, so the family stories go, and he and his friends were able to go where police cars of the day couldn't. The bad lands were made for hosreback -- not police cars of the day. I knew my great uncle Lester and we talked at length about coyboying and his life and times in Nebraska and South Dakota back in 1983 when he turned 100 -- he passed away the following year. Though there is some romance of the old west in his stories, he was quick to say you cowboyed if there was nothing else. During the depression, for him, there wasn't anything else. And thank God for horses, too. Like the real Frank Hopkins and his horse Hidalgo, a good horse and rider can do things and go places where few can follow.
So how does this tie in to Justin boots, you ask? Both Jimmy and Lester wore Justins. "How do you know" you might now wonder? I have my grandfathers boots and they are Justins. As to Lester's boots, well, Jimmy and Lester did everything together, though they were separated during the war. My grandmother not only had her husband's boots and Stetson, and many of this clothes, but also his Colt 5.5 inch Model P in .45, as well as a side-by-side Parkhurst and a Winchester Model 1886 in .45-90 Express. These are part of my heritage. Lester's thing are lost to time because he moved so much with no family ties, save his brother and sister-in-law back in Scottsbluff.
But wait, the story doesn't end there. I grew up in Scottsbluff, too. I had a great childhood with two grandparents that raised me with a good set of right and wrongs to guide me through life and a lot of love. My grandfather pretty much bought everything from Western Ranchman Outfitters on Broadway in Scottsbluff.
Unless you've ever been in an old time hardware store or clothing & supply store, you can't appreciate drawers with labels from floor to ceiling, with a sliding ladder on rails to get things, and store keepers that knew where everything was, top to bottom and knew you by name. I used to play in that store as a kid, and sure enough remember my grandfather trying on hats and jeans and coveralls...and Justin boots. But you see, when I was six years old in the Spring of 1955, that's when my grandfather took me down to Western Outfitters and got me my first pair of boots -- Justin boots. They were black with white star inlays and a riding heel. I wore them till I outgrew them, which seems pretty fast looking back on my childhood. How my grandmother kept them is a miracle. But she had a sense of family and heritage, so maybe it's not such a miracle after all. And today, 60 years later, those boots stand with my grandfathers boots by my fireplace, here in the Washington, DC area. Those boots and I sure have come a long way and Aspacia, Jimmy and Lester rode the trail with me. Those boots and the things that were my grandfather's are my link to my history. Today, I work for the Department of the Navy and am nearing retirement. When I'm done, I'll be moving to Bonner's Ferry, Idaho for my piece of heaven in the Bitterroot Range. The second best part of my life is still in front of me, and when my time comes to be with Aspacia, Jimmy and Lester, Justin Boots will make that trip with me too. You're the best!
MY AUNT ALLWAYS CAME TO PICK ME UP ON FRIDAYS TO HAVE SPAGETTI. MY FAVORITE. I SEEN TO HAVE THIS HABIT OF WEARING MY COWGIRL BOOTS TO HER HOUSE. THEY CAME TO MY KNEES, BUT I LOVED THOSE BROWN BOOTS AND HORSES TOO. I HAD THIS BAD HABIT OF EVERY THIME I GOT AROUND MY AUNT AT HER HOUSE I TOOK UPON MYSELK TO KICK HER IN THE LEG WITH THOSE POINTED BOOTS. SHE TRIED HER BEST NOT TO BE TO ROUGH AT TALKING TO ME. WITH A LITTLE SMILE ON HER FACE SHE EXPLAINED HOW IT HURT AND IT WAS NOT NICE. WELL THE NEXT FRIDAY CAME AND SO DID I WITH MY BOOTS. IN THE KITCHEN MY AUNT WAS COOKING HER FAMOUS SPAGETTI. GUES WHO HAULED OFF AND KICKED HER IN THE CHIN. YES OF COURSE IT WAS ME. WITH OUT A BLINK OF AN EYE OR THE SOUND OF HER VOICE, MY AUNT TURNED AND KICKED ME BACK. THAT WAS THE LAST TIME MY BOOTS WENT TO HER HOUSE. I AM 50 YRS OLD NOW AND I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT KICK.
MY STORY BEGINS WHEN I WAS 3 YRS OLD ALMOST 4. ONE OF THE HORSES WE HAD WAS NAMED BROWNIE. HE WAS THE MOST GENTLE HORSE. I GOT GO RIDING WHEN MOM AND DAD DID. I RODE OLE BROWNIE. ME AND MY COWGIRL BOOTS THAT CAME UP TO MY KNEES. MY HAT AND MY HORSE I WAS READY. WE WENT RIDING DOWN THE RODE AND SOMETIMES THROUGH THE WOODS. BUT ONE DAY BROWNIE DECIDED TO TAKE OFF WITH ME BEFORE ANYONE ELSE WAS READY. I HEARD DAD WHISTLE, WHICH USUALLY STOPPED BROWNIE. TODAY HE TURNED WENT THROUGH A BACK YARD AND DADS WHISTLE CAME AGAIN. BROWNIE CAME TO A FULL STOP. I WENT FOR A FULL DUMP OUT OF MY SADDLE AND INTO A GARBAGE CAN. BOOTS STICKING OUT. I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS FUNNY, BUT EVERYONE ELSE DID. THE ONLY THING THAT WASN'T DIRTY WAS THE KNEE HIGH COWGIRL BOOTS.
It was Prescott az in 1972 I worked 2 jobs one being a bartender in kirkland jct about 20 miles west of prescott..A rancher of the area was a good customer and always stopped by,on one stop he was joined by one of his hired hands him being a hispanic from mexico..I noticed his shoes where wore through and had him take one off so I could see the size.The next day before I left prescott for my trip to the jct I stopped at a western wear store on whiskey row and picked up a pair of good ole justin boots but this time they were not for me but for my ranch hand friend that could not get to town much less afford them. they wear a gift and to this day I still wear justin boots and always think of that day The rancher later told me that his hand would do anything for me..
well that was a good feeling because in those days money was hard to get for boots but I did it and enjoyed watching the young man wearing them..
In 1989 my oldest daughter was a senior in high school. I had gone shopping and bought my first pair of Justin Ropers. RED..I brought them home to the dismay and horror of my daughter.. She went on and on about the boots ..the next morning while I slept I was aroused by the rustling of paper next to my bed..as I opened my eyes..what I saw was the back of my daughter sneaking out of my room..
..and the beautiful red leather boots walking away on her feet..never to be worn by me again..
In 1979 my family & I made a trip to Dallas to visit friends who had recently moved there. My Buddy took us on several jaunts to see the neighborhood. On one excursion we went to "Crumb", just north of Denton. We visited "Foster's" Boot Shop where I found a nice pair of brown "Justin's" that I just had to have. I had passed up the opportunity in New Mexico 3 yr.s prior because I didn't really have the cash. We were just coming out of a "Recession" then as well.
These became a part of my daily attire for the next "30" yr.s off and on. I have had them resoled & heeled twice. They look almost as good today as the day I bought them. What more could you say about a product made in America. Quality, comfort and durability. Thank you "Justin" for you continued loyalty to America. I have since purchased several other pair, but wear these most often.
This story starts long ago as a young man when I bought my first pair of Justin boots. The Peanut Brittle Ostrich boots caught my eye and I just had to have them. I wore them daily to work.... in the mud, water and whatever else mother nature had to offer. People would say, "Your wearing those in the mud?", and I would reply that "I never saw an Ostrich walking in the mall!" Twenty-five years later and three resoles later they are as soft as can be . When I retire them, I will make lamps out of them to remind me of the wonderful miles I walked in them. I even named my son Justin!
My son was about 5 years old, we were shopping at our local western store. He had been wearing Justin Ropers since he could walk. Anyway, this afternoon we were in the western store looking for what I don't remember. Well my son, Joe decided he needed new boots, I told him that we would get him new boots in a few weeks. He didn't like that answer and while I was looking around, he went to the kids boots, found his size, don't know how cause he couldn't read yet, pulled out the box with the boots he wanted and headed out the door. I looked around to find him and Jim said he headed out the door with a box of boots. Needless to say, Jim, who I had known for sometime was laughing and I paid for the boots and Joe got his new boots early.
I am always on the look-out for barn boots. I sent for a pair of the Justin chukkas that were on sale in one of my Western catalogs. The day they came in the mail, I tried them on right away. I could not believe the comfort AND the look! I decided that they were too nice to wear to the barn. My husband and I own a small family restaurant, and, since I'm always looking for comfortable shoes to wear there, too, I thought I'd try out the Justins. I go to work at 5 a.m. and work til 1 p.m. I wore the chukkas to work the day after I got them and I wore them the whole shift!! Needless to say, these are definitely my new work boots---just not the BARN work boots!!!
When I was a little girl about 10 years old, My dad bought me my first real horse. I had ridden ponies and welch ponies. But, this one was a palomino mare. I either wore tennis shoes or went bare foot when I rode. One day I tried on my dad's Justin cowboy boots. They were about 3 sizes too big. I was able to walk enough in them to get up in the saddle. I thought I was pretty cool in them. It did not take me long until I was able to fit in to his boot size. He has little feet. I wore his Justin boots every day that I rode. I finally wore the soles through the inside linning. His (our) boots to this day still hang on a nail on my parents back porch. They are now a home for birds. We do not have horses anymore. But he still has the boots that have brought me a lot of fond memories of my father and the times we spent every day riding my palamino, Sweety.
I am the only country girl that works in a large office in a really big city. I am constantly being made fun of for knowing more about animals than people. However, when I showed up wearing a nice pair of Justin Lacer's with my outfit, I received more compliments on my footwear than I ever did with my pumps or fashion boots! Way to go Justin! Functionality, comfort and a great look that are admired by all, no matter what where you are!
My four year old cowpoke just loves to dress as a cowboy everyday! That's what he wants to be when he grows up-a cowboy! So you can imagine how hard it is to get him undressed and ready for bed. Sometimes he is so passionate in his role as a cowboy that I have to promise him he can sleep in his Justin Gypsy boots. His feet may be stinky (though I remove the boots once he is asleep), but my cowpoke goes to bed with a smile on his face thanks to his Justin boots. I am sure as his feet grow, he'll continue to grow in his love for his Justins.
Hi, my name is Mark and I am a Justin bootaholic. My wife and I were "roughing it" and riding an overnight trail one Tennessee Fall and enjoying some true American countryside when we found a perfect place to bed down for the night. The stars were more than generous and soon a warm fire and comfortable air mattress gave way to a deep sleep. Apparently the sleep was so sound that we did not hear our horses breaking camp without us. That dead tree sure left a good trail for us to follow, but we had to walk for a while. I was wearing my Justin Brown Trapper Cowhides, but unfortunately my wife was wearing "other" than Justins, wanna-be cowgirl boot. I had to carry her part of the way and she still had blisters. So why did my feet not get a massage? They did not need one silly! My wife learned a hard lesson... Just buy Justin Boots. If you are still wondering about the air mattress, I just have to say that roughing it requires good sleep. Maybe the horses left because they were appalled!
went to a veteran bar one night after breaking it off with my boy friend.in the bar came two bull riders who just left a rodeo near by.
as i set there that night feeling sorry for myself.there was alot of drinking ,dancing,and accepting a ride from one of the rodeo kings.as we left that night him and his buddy went the opposite way of were my residence was.
scared to death and not expecting what these two bull riders were up to.i got away from them
once out of there vehickle that late night and not knowing were i was.i walked all night in the country till the sun came out.i owe it alot to my boots i had on.my feet had never been so comfortable .thanks to the pair of georgia lace up boots i had on.OUCH!
This is kinda funny but you gotta know me I guess. I am a cna at a nursing home. I have heal spurs on both heels, but , my left one is the worse...I just got my first pair of George Strait ropers a couple of weeks ago. Anyway I use to not be able to get up after taking a break or in the morning with out limping and barely able to walk. I was wearing my 90.00 tennis shoes with orthodics in them untill a few weeks ago. I started to wear my boots to work with my nursing uniform on and now wear only my boots to work and with them being waterproof my feet do not get soaked when I do showers. I have not had anymore foot trouble since I have been wearing my ropers to work. The Dr.s were wanting to do surgery and me be out of work for 6 weeks, I can not afford that and now I dont have to worry about that anymore... Thanks Justin boots for the best boot in the world, you saved me a bounch of money and time off work.
I have loved riding horses ever since way back when. (I'm 52 now). So, at age 12 my dad decided to buy me a pair of western boots for my birthday. We were not rich people by any means, so Dad spending money on cowboy boots was a really big deal. I was so thrilled to finally get that pair of boots. I had wanted a pair since first grade. I wore those boots everywhere I went. Dad joked that I would probably still be wearing those boots when I'm grown and that I would probably wear them to his funeral. That pair of boots went through many a happy time with me and more sad times than I wish to remember. I still had those boots when I got grown and married, and they still fit. I guess my feet had grown all they were going to. Anyway, when my dad passed away in 1986, In honor of my dad, I wore those old boots to his funeral. I'm sure he was looking down at me and laughing. In 2000, I went through a really bad divorce, and I had to leave those boots behind. For my safety, I could not go back to get them. I was heartbroken over that old pair of boots. I had always thought it would be nice to give those boots to my grandchildren along with the stories that came with wearing them. I am able to tell the stories to my two grandchildren, but without the pair of boots to show them. Moving on, I am happily re-married to the most wonderful man in the world. I think so anyway. He said I should get a new pair of boots that will age and grow along with our grandchildren creating a new chapter of "boots and stories" in my life. I think it's a great idea!
Living in the Delta meant alot of rides on the levee just watching the cows graze on the slopes. In the small town of Rosedale, MS that was pretty much all there was to do. Since my father in law worked on a farm as a manager, one of his duties involved checking their head of cattle each day. Just a daily ride down the levee and back, or sometimes herding up stray cattle that 'broke' out and even times where he had to help deliver a calf. After my son, Brent, was old enough to tag along, my father in law would stop by, pick him up and off they would go. Their first stop would be to get a yahoo and bag of chips at the store then hours later they came home. Brent noticed his grandfathers cowboy boots one day on their adventure and came home saying he wanted a pair. It was hard to find a size that small but sure enough his grandfather found a pair. His next birthday was a real special one when he opened up that box of Justin boots! If you could have seen his eyes! Brent wore those boots spring, summer, winter, and fall....with or without socks...shorts or pants it didn't matter! We knew his feet would rot off sooner or later!!!
Brent, now 20 years old, still talks about the 'trips' up and down the levee. I had the boots up in storage and decided that I wanted to make some book ends out of them. I was really saving them for his son. Now they are proudly sealed in a shiny sealant in our den so everyone can see how special they were. They still have some of the mud on the bottom and sides just because I couldn't stand to wipe them off! Brent really likes looking at them. He is reminded of memories that will last forever, especially now. Family traditions that go on and on........Brent still only wears Justin Boots. At one time, he only wore the Justin Work Boots but now he has several pair. They call him 'country' at Ole Miss where he is a junior majoring in Engineering. Guess he will always have it in his blood. I wouldn't want it any other way! In the picture attached, he is the one at the bottom. I'm in the top one and you can see that our roots run deep here in the south.
As a bass player in a country band, I wear a lot of different exotic and plain Cowboy boots of different brands. I had never owned or tried on one single Justin boot.
Surfing the web one day, I came upon a good looking pair of Justin Bison cowboy boots on sale and couldn't turn this good deal down from this reputable westernwear store. (Sheplers) I immediately ordered them and had them in my possesion in just several days.
I was unfamiliar with Justin's J flex system which is supposed to put a spring in your step. Right out of the box, these boots were the most comfortabe boots I have ever worn . I was so pleased that I immediately contacted the store and let them know that the Justin J flex boots are by far more comfortable than the different brands of Eel, crocodile, three pair of Ostrich, and several pair of Snake cowboy boots that I own. The other members of the band are impressed also.
Superb workmanship Justin...It's no longer J Flex What???
I had been on Horsecity.com and noticed they had a contest to win a pair of Justin Boots. So I kept clicking every day, never even thinking I'd win. I never win anything. I was recouping from broken ribs so I couldn't ride and I was able to make sure I clicked every day.
I am an unemployed Hospice nurse and before I lost my job, my feet were always hurting.. heel spurs from the cement floors. When I got the notice that I had won a pair of Justin Boots, I was just floored. I got them shortly after checking out the Justin Boots online and ordering the ones I wanted.
I wore them to work for three days. My heels never hurt once. I just love wearing them. They are the best fitting boots I've ever owned.
I'm still trying to win another pair!
I was headed to Atlanta to try and nail down some new business & had just purchased a beautiful new pair of Justin teju lizard skins, 10EE peanut brittle with a pointed toe & cowboy heel. As a Connecicut "sub-urban" cowboy, with an ad sales job, I'm hardly a working cowboy, but no matter. I wear western boots all the time, they support my feet and make me feel good bout myself. And that means everything when you're a salesman...
Cutting to the chase, I was walking out of a sales call with a buyer from a notable carpet manufacturer in Atlanta, when my potentiqal client said, "Those are some fine boots, Tommy...Who makes those?" "They're JUSTINs, and they fit great... " He just stared and I could see he was either 75% sold on the boots or maybe even the proposal.
I took the inbitiative, "What size are you, Terry? Try em' on, if you like them they're yours.
"You know I can't take a gift from you."
He tried them on anyway, and his smile said it all. I guess he was a 10 EE himself
"How much was that ad page you quoted me, Tommy?"
"It just went down $270.00", the price of the boots. As I left I told him, "I've got another pair of ostrich skins at home".
I'll let you imagine how the story ends...
Several years ago, when being a cowboy was and "in" thing, I bought an inexpensive pair of boots to be like my pals. Being cheap they didn't last much longer than the fad.
I always liked wearing the boots but never got around to replacing them. One day I was on Ebay and browsing through the boots and I noticed a pair of black Justins in a reverse cut boa. The opening bid was only a few dollars so I bid. Then I emailed the seller a question, asking him what condition they were in and why he was selling them. His response was that he had been on a business trip to Dallas and he and several other went out on the town. Somehow they ended up in a western store and the peer pressure got him to buy the boots.
When he got home and his wife saw the boots, she laughed and said, "Buddy, you're no Cowboy".
So, the boots are new and he would throw in a pair so cedar shoe trees, and the boot removal tool. I got those boots for $90. I now own several pair and could always use another pair.
Last year while attending the Ft. Worth Stock Show and Rodeo I saw this awesome pair of George Strait/Justin boots that I wanted. Now I wear a suit and heels every day to work so my boots only get evening and weekend action. I have several pair so I guess you could say that my husband didn't put them at the top of his priority list, obviously that was his mistake. In March my husband and I left Dallas on Thursday evening heading to Murfreesboro TN for our 4th annul "Road to the Horse" weekend. My family lives in the area so we always make it a mini vacation. Much to my suprise on Friday morning I discovered that I had forgotten to put my boots in the truck. Well imagine that. And yes, immediately my husband laughingly accused me of conveniently forgetting them, especially since I had reminded him a few days prior about those awesome Justin boots. His response, maybe for your birthday. Well any married folks know the ending to this story. Yes, there was a great western store close by and YES I wore my new awesome George Strait/Justin boots to the show. They have since become my absolute favorite as they are the most comfortable boots I have every had. They felt like that old broken in, well worn pair from the first day I put them.
My husband is a huge Justin fan..but the boots are so darn comfortable that the more he wears them, the better they feel. I have a hard time getting him to buy a new pair, because it is the same old story..like a baby's favorite blanket or favorite teddy bear. I really wish he would let me buy him a new pair! To complicate the matter, after handling my battle with Leukemia, a Bone Marrow Transplant, and double hip replacement; he simply can't "Justify" the expense to allow any part of our budget to be spent on him. Now I know, even if he wins a pair, his "security blanket" pair will still remain in the closet, but perhaps the new pair will helo to "Justify" that it was the shiny new ones that attracted him in the first place.
I grew up in a big family that didn't have a lot of money and we didn't get all the things that we would have loved to have. When I was in 3rd grade we moved to town. The old saying that you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. That was me. I was always asking for a pair of boots. Finally in 6th grade my mom and dad brought home a used pair of boots. I didn't even ask them where they got them I was so excited to have a pair. They were used and worn but I didn't care. I put them on my feet, they were a size too big. It didn't stop me from wearing them. I know people laughed at me but I didn't care I had a pair of boots. I was like Dolly and her coat of many colors.
I wore them out before they finally fit me.. It was another few years until I was able to buy my own boots that fit me.
On my wedding day I wore a pair of Pearl lace up Justin boots under my wedding dress. My Husband, the groomsmen and bridesmaids all wore black Justin Boots . My daughter is planning on wearing boots next year under her graduation gown. The Principal says she can't but we will see what happens.. I am sure she will wear her boots on her wedding day when ever that day comes.
I bought my Justin pull ons about 15 years ago. They have brought me through some of the roughest times of my life! Heck when I got divorced my pull ons walked out with me! These have been the best boots ever. I have bought other boots along the way but none have ever compared to these. The other day I had taken them off, due to the fact that they were covered in mud, and had laid them on the back of the truck. When I went back to get them they were gone! WHo would want to steal 15 year old boots? But steal them they did! I guess now I have to break in a new pair. Justin is the only brand to buy and definitely the only brand to wear!
My husband and I started dating 15 years ago in April. We were both fresh out of bad divorces.
He was a Justin man from the very beginning he had always wore boots. When we met I thought I would try to share some of his likes by trying to dress western. I wasn't so good at it probably but he didn't have the heart to tell me.
I came home one evening from a bad day and there he was sitting on the sofa with a big smile. He said I got you something today and behind the sofa he pulls a black pair of Justin ropers. Immediately I started to tear up and said I just hadn't ever been given anything so nice. He looked at me a minute and said "Honey this is really going to make you cry." He pulls a second box of boots out which were red lace up ropers. I will never forget that moment in my life. We knew right there we would share more boots in the years to come with each other. We were just glad Justin was there to help us.
My husband John works with animals every day and has the bruises and scratches to prove it. Last year, our friend called out for me to come our right away. I found my husband with his lower let and boot caught in the gate with an angry horse pushing on it. We tugged at him as hard as we could and feared the leg would be broken. When his foot came sailing out of the gate, the poor Justin boot was left behind with kick marks and cuts on it. John refused a trip to the doctor and complained for days about his lost "favorite boots". That boot saved his leg from harm. I went to the store and bought him another pair of boots, but only gave him the one he had lost. I told him I found a secial on a half a pair. To this day, we joke about buying another "HALF A PAIR" when he needs a new pair of boots..
On Sundays here in Southwest Wyoming, it would not be uncommon to find me preaching the "Good News" in a pair of Justin Ropers!
Thank you for taking pride in your product. There so comfortable, I could preach for hours Ha Ha!
If your ever in Green River, Wyoming on a Sunday come to HillTop Baptist Church...I will be the one wearing the Deer lite Ropers....or maybe the ones I ordered today... the Bull Hyde Ropers!
I got my 8-inch lace-up work boots about 3 years ago. I did not wear them much at first. Best looking work boots I had ever seen and hated to mess them up, but the more I wore them the more I loved the way they fit. I really like how sturdy they are. I work on rough ground a lot and sometimes on concrete, and no matter what the circumstances, my Justin Boots are always on my feet. Sad as it may be, I must retire these fine peices of workmanship because they are just now beginning to wear out, but the only thing going back on my feet are another fine pair of Justin Boots.
I own 27 pair of boots, all different brands. One of my favorites has to be my orange topped justin gypsies. Those boots have held up threw water as deep as my knees, mud that has sucked them completely off my feet, and even those long days in the saddle. After everything those boots have gone threw they are still one of the most comfortable boots I own. I love my Justin's!
IT HAPPENED 1 NITE AFTER A LONG DAY OF HUNTING. I TOOK MY JUSTINS TO WEAR AROUND CAMP CAUSE THEY ARE COMFY. WE HAD OUR FIRE GOING AND STEAKS WERE ON THE GRILL. ME AND MY SON AND BROTHER AND NEPHEWS WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THE DAY AND WARMING UP CAUSE THE CHILL HAD SET IN. MY SON NOTICED THAT MY JUSTINS WEAR SMOKING, HE SAID DAD LOOK AT YOUR BOOTS THEY ARE SMOKING. WE LAUGHED AND I TOLD HIM THEY ARE FINE. SO I GOT UP TO FLIP THE STEAKS AND I NOTICED THAT THE GROUND FELT KIND OF MUSHY LOL.. SO AFTER THE STEAKS GOT FLIPPED I SAT DOWN AND LOOKED AT THE BOTTOMS AND THERE WAS STICKS AND GRAVEL STUCK ALL ON THE BOTTOM. BY THIS TIME MY FEET ARE HOT. AFTER FURTHER INVESTIGATION I FOUND THAT MY BOOTS HAD MELTED AND DRIPPED ON THE ROCKS AROUND THE FIRE PIT. WE GOT A GOOD LAUGH OUT OF IT AND SO DID THE WIFE WHEN WE RETURNED HOME AND TOLD HER ABOUT IT. THATS BEEN ABOUT 6 MONTHS AGO NOW AND I STILL WEAR THOSE BOOTS EVERYWHERE I GO. JUST THE OTHER DAY I NOTICED THERE WAS A CHIP MISSING FROM THE LEFT 1. DON'T KNOW HOW THAT HAPPENED. I GUESS IT'S TIME TO PART WITH THESE OL BOYS AND GET SOME NEW ONES.
I got a brand new pair of boots for my birthday, November 12th, last year. I was out riding with them on yesterday and we (my trusty horse, Fudge and I) were coming through a gate when my left boot caught on a the hinge on the fencepost. It completely ripped my boot and cut into my toe. Had I not been wearing boots, I think that my foot would have suffered the brunt of what happened to the boots. The part where the boot ripped held my horse in place which caused even more chaos as he was trying to get away and I was "attached" to the fence. I came away with some cuts and bruises, but am otherwise in good shape. Fudge is also in good shape, though he feels bad about what happened. I am only 12, so I will probably go through many pairs of boots in my lifetime, starting with the one that I have to buy to replace this one!
I have been a regular wearer of Justin's boots since '90, even as a NYC fiddle-playin' gal. In fact, by the time my country-blues band, The Don't Quit Your Day Job Players, hit the road in '95 for our first album, we were all wearing them in every size, shape, colour, and style! The band broke up after 2 albums in 2001, but we're still wearin' the boots and the albums're still sellin'!
One morning, summer '95, I had a mishap in the kitchen and hurt my foot/toe really badly and then ran to save my kitty Tegan, who'd gotten into trouble and was pulling a huge bookcase down on top of herself, so I'd made it even worse. When I got to the doc later that day and he took x-rays, the news was good-bad -- no surgery, but it was a very bad break in multiple places and I'd be hobbled for a while, with concerts all over the country coming up. I freaked! What would I do?!
God bless Dr. LoPiano -- he said, well, you could wear a good pair of dress black western boots 'cause they have a steel shank and will protect your toe/foot better than the soft bootie and it'll be easier to get around, though it'll hurt like hell getting them on/off (and it did!)...just use a walking stick if you need help on the subway and buses. I thought, with my western tux?! Perfect!
So for eight weeks I walked around and performed, with orchestras and with the band, in grand style in a pair of black ladies London Calves that I still have (2 soles later!) -- even made it on my hikes in the English Countryside 8 weeks later!
Thank-you, Justin's, for keepin' me goin' then and for almost 20 years!
Every morning around 4am the alarm goes off at our house, our mom gets up first and then Dad. Dad gets up feeds the cows, the horses, comes in has coffee with Mom. Dad every morning put's on his Justin Work Boots, he has been wearing that boot brand for now 26 years.
To the job he has been in for the same amount of years.
Our Dad never complains that his feet are killing him, that the two hour commute one way is long, or that his back hurts, all we ever here him say is "Thanks Ma for the boots they make it easy for me to be on my feet all day"
And then when he comes home, and works around the ranch, he puts on his Justin Cowboy Boots. See when my Dad was growing up, he grew up in the city - there were no cowboys where he lived, just him. And mom said that ever since he was a little boy, he wanted to be a cowboy. He'd ware his boots, hat and wranglers to school, where he was the only one in the city of Burlingame where he grew up. The kids would make fun, but he never swayed from his believe in who he was, and what he wore - he still is a cowboy and he still wares his boots everyday.
We love ya Dad.
I was in college at the time and had been wearing the same pair of Justin's since I graduated high school, (this was about 5 years by now). I would treat these boots better than some people would treat their own family, every thursday night I would oil them up for friday so when I went out they looked their best. But this is about a real bad spill not how I cared for them. It was raining and one of my friends had gotten his truck stuck so a bunch of us were out side trying to help him and we noticed that it was getting close to report time for our performance (we were all in the basketball band and were getting ready for a NCAA anouncment party) and I went to tell the director where we at so we wouldn't get in trouble. Well as I was running in I sliped and twisted my ankle. It was so bad that I had to be helped to the performance. Well a couple of hours later we went to the hospital cause I thought I had broken it well while in the emergency room the doctor asked if I had taken the boot off yet, well of corse not I said, so he grabed hold and tried ever so softly to pull it off. Well that didn't work, so he said well son I think we are going to have to cut the boot off. So I grabed hold of the railings on the bed and said oh hell no, just pull and I'll hold on. So long story short it wasn't broken and I still have my favorite pair of boots to this day. Thank you Justin they are truley one of my best friends.
This really isn't a story, I would just like to say that my George Strait 3.1 boots are the best boots I have ever had. I had a bad horses accident 2 1/2 years ago and can't ride anymore but I still love my horses.I usually don't do alot with my horses in the winter because it is so cold and snowy, but I adopted a wild mustang in Sept so I am out with him all the time. My boots have been just perfect; they keep me warm, they don't get wet, and I don't slide in them. They are almost like wearing bedroom slippers. I even wear them to work everyday.
I can't wait till I can get another pair.
I bought my husband a pair too!
Growing up, I was surrounded by hard working people. At the time, my dad built boats for a boat company, and my uncle worked at a plant in Pine Bluff AR., and my dad built boats for a boat company. One day I noticed that the only boots that they wore were Justins.
A couple of days after I realized that, my dad asked me if I wanted to go with him to buy him another pair of boots. When we walked in he headed straight for the Justin section. He picked out some cool leather work boots. A couple of days after that I had some money to spend, so I asked my dad if I could get some justin boots.
We went online and ordered some leather pull-ons. When they finally got to our house, I tried them on. They fitted like a glove and were ultra comfortable. The only thing bad is that since I am 12 years old, they wont fit very much longer. And I dread that day. But those are some "Dang Good Boots".
I was competing in the Ft. Worth Stock Show Rodeo and not doing so well. Between events, I was outside and had my boots off to address a toe issue. They were lying on the hood of my truck when a spectator walking by stopped and said “Man those boots are trashed. Can I have them?”
I leaped outta my chair and hollered “Hell No! You can’t have my boots!” “Let me tell you something, I got these boots on my 15th birthday. They were my Daddy’s, and they were too big for me, but Daddy said I would grow into them, and I did. I won my first roping event in these here boots. I learned to drive in these boots. These boots saved me from snakebite. I enlisted in the Army in these boots I got my first kiss from my wife of 19 years in these boots. I held my children when they were minutes old in these boots and I still go to church in these boots. See this stitching here? When I wore though the leather here, I had them patched and have kept on wearing ‘em. I had them resoled too many times than I can remember. Can you have my boots? Sh#t son, ask me for my blood, ask me for a kidney, but don’t ever ask a man for his boots! These boots have been on my feet longer than you’ve been alive. And besides, it’s the only pair I own.
Ever since I was a kid growing up on in a rural part of the Navajo reservation, and having grown up around livestock, I was not one for being a "cowboy" though the rest of my family was, I was the regular kid who just did his chores and kept tending to our flock of cattle and horses and sheep. I look back now and realize that my uncle whom raised me wanted us to embrace the true and meaningful life of the traditional ways of the Navajo Way of life.
"Hoozho" Beautiful way. Peace and respect and among other things. After leaving out on my own I stayed in Arizona and moved to a truly western town that transformed me to the true American person that I am today, though I ve made some terrible decision's in my time being single. I ve never regretted the time and lesson's learned, My first pair of Justin's boots were from a western tack store that no longer is around, and wore out on me till they no longer were repairable, I was so dang proud of my first purchase of these awesome boots back in the day, I wore them everywhere for the first week I owned them, (Mine you, I was a nursing assistant in a hospital, looks funny with scrubs on) I look back now and laugh about those good ole day's and now am proud to say, I retired those ole boys to the chest. And now own two nice pairs of boots. Though I don't live on the reservation now, out in the big city. I wear my boots proudly with respect to the American cowboy and the good ole U.S. of A.
I switched to Justin Boots about a year ago, and I have never regretted it. They're the most comfortable things I own and I wear them every day. Thanks Justin for making a quality product.
Since 1879 people have shared their boot stories with us. They shared them in person, by telegram, by letter and lately, by email. Now, you can share them here. Every boot has a story. We want to hear yours.
- 1.Boots are Cool!
- 2.My Justin workboots saved my foot, and possibly my leg.
- 3.My George Strait boots
- 4.Without a doubt, the best pair of boots
- 5.I have never had such a comfortable boot in my life!
- 6.Your work boots are the best I've ever worn
- 7.Cowgirl at Heart
- 8.Justin boots are the only boots for my feet.
- 9.These boots were made for travelin'
- 10.You're Not Cutting My Justins!