Joe Cosley

The Snowshoe Panther Holed up in the mountains, livin’ off the land, trappin’ Belly River, though mostly it was banned. From Glacier up to Waterton, he’d find a beaver run, he’d skin ‘em out and sell em’, then head to town for fun. Dancin’ through the night, swing them gals just right, drink ‘til mornin;Continue reading “Joe Cosley”