A Potted History
Of the
Rocky Mountain Rednecks

In 1993, 2 fella’s leaning against a bar, and in the course of the conversation it came up.

“How about starting our own Country & Western club”

After several weeks of talking about it, the Lonesome Dove Country & Western club was born.

Out of this came the Rocky Mountain Rednecks.
A western re-enactment and show team.

Our original name was not the “Rocky Mountain Rednecks” but
“The Double R”. After being asked what the brand stood for (for the millionth time), we decided to change it to what it is today.

We got a band of people together, all like minded, and off we went.

We perform shows at outdoor locations such as Schools, fates & steam rallies, also indoor locations in places such as British legions and so on.

We can put on, small afternoon shows or full weekend do’s consisting of three shows a day. With all of our members being covered by
“shooters Rights” insurance.

We built a mobile town to take around with us on a purpose built trailer. The full setup consisting of:

Jail, Undertaker's, Saloon, General store,
Bank, Telegraph office, Café and Gunsmith.

All this was put together at our home base, at the time being in Mawla Well. Where we had the use of a field for rehearsals and practice. plus some small events for ourselves. We also had a small saloon that acted as our meeting house. All this lasted for the first 10 years we were going.

To give some idea of what we got up to for ourselves,
let’s take one “new years eve”.

Lovely day, out in the field, tents up. Full authentic camp. Buffalo meat & all the trimmings cooked on an open fire & Dutch oven. 16 people sat at the long table around 6 o’clock in the evening, lovely.
After dinner we were all sat around a fire, talking Etc. (you know how it is).

The temperature dropped, but we did see in the New Year.
Mind you, when I say it got cold, I mean “COLD”.

Example (a true story), “Big Mike” (6’2”) slept in a pup tent. He rolled over in the night, taking the edge of the tent with him and ended up outside. The cold woke him up so he decided to answer a call of nature. Then he made it back to bed.
The following morning when I woke to the smell of coffee and several people around the fire, I said to “Big Mike”:

“I see you got up in the night”.
“How do you know that?” says “Big Mike”
“The icicles tell their own story” says I.

Like I said, it did get cold.

In 2003 we had to move from our little saloon in Mawla Well.
So looking around, we found a like minded farmer, who though sceptical, decided to give us a go.

We now have Misty Ridge.

It has taken a while but the team has grown and we now have our own small town, with fields for parking and our own events such as
weekend camps, rendezvous’ and a general good night in the saloon.

All that we do, is with charity in mind. Our main one is the air ambulance but we have also helped other people and charities.


I was asked to do a small write up for this website and I seem to have rambled on a bit. I hope that I haven’t bored you too much and you enjoy browsing around our site.

So, with that said, all the best to you, one and all.

Custer