Tales From the Lost Rider

Herman W. Brune demonstrated early in life that neither summer 100-degree heat nor the biting cold of a Texas blue norther could keep him indoors. As a small child he absorbed the embellished outdoor memories of old timers and chased imagined bad guys hell-for-leather across the prairies on horseback. He spent his school years running a trap line for varmints and chasing bad cattle out of the brush. By the time he graduated high school Herman had honed his cowboying and woodsman skills.

Unlike many men who dream of a life in the outdoors, Herman lived his dream and has enjoyed adventurous outdoor occupations that run that gamut from being a working cowboy, a PRCA saddle broc rider, an entrepreneur producing shooting competitions, to hunting guide and rancher. Herman has made friends at every stop, from down-at-the-heel cowboys to wealthy business tycoons. Tempered by his own stretches of hard times, he has learned not to judge others too quickly.

For that, he has earned their gratitude. Now, as an outdoor writer, Herman has satisfied the old axiom that the best writers “know what they’re writin’ about.” Will James, one of Herman’s favorite boyhood authors, said something that could easily pertain to Herman W. Brune. Paraphrased, James said, a man with sand, a man to ride the river with. In the vernacular, a man you can count on as a true friend who will always help you.