You are currently viewing **The Epic Battle of Cactus Jack**Laugh along as a cowboy recounts his exaggerated and prickly duel with a colossal cactus.

**The Epic Battle of Cactus Jack**Laugh along as a cowboy recounts his exaggerated and prickly duel with a colossal cactus.

The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

In a sun-baked land where shadows dance,
There stood Cactus Jack, in prickly stance.
With arms stretched wide, and thorns to spare,
I grinned and spurred my trusty mare.

We met at noon, neath blazing sun,
This battle, folks, would be quite the fun.
With lasso twirled, I took my aim,
But Jack held strong, the spiky game.

Draw, you giant! I hollered loud,
The dust rose high, a whooping crowd.
Each jab and poke, my skin did prickle,
Yet laughter rang, the duel was fickle.

As twilight fell, we called it a draw,
A cowboys pride, and oh, what a flaw!
For legends grew, of Jacks fierce might,
In the Old West tales, hed spark delight.