“The goats have taught me a lot in the past thirty years. They don’t, for example, care how I smell or how I look. They trust me and have faith in me, and this is more than I can say for a lot of people.”
“I’d sleep with my goats if it got cold. If it was a fairly cool night, I might get between two or three. But if it got nasty cold, it might take four.”
– Ches (Charles) McCartney
During the first half of twentieth century a number of intrepid wanderers traveled the United States in wagons drawn by goats.
Consider John Rose, a man who lost both legs in a train accident. Rose, better known as Overland Jack, was born in 1888 in Big Sandy, Texas, and died in 1962. He trained a four-up team of Spanish goats, and with his goats
hitched to a specially-made wagon, he traveled more than 30,000 miles, averaging 10 to 16 miles a day, visiting 19 states in all. He financed his adventures by selling postcards at 10 cents each or three for 25 cents. “No trouble to answer questions” says the blurb on these cards. Continue reading “Ches McCartney, the Goat Man”