Crumbs From The Cracker Barrel
Florida Crackers: a brief review and a look at the southern cowboy.
There are three categories of Florida Crackers but only one has survived in local folklore. The original term was applied to early settlers of the sunshine state. When the territory finally left the control of Spain for the second time and was traded to the U.S. government in the early 19th century, Spanish rule was still the law of the land what there was of it. The resident Spaniards had little use for the new English settlers and disdainfully referred to them as Quaqueros, a term meaning Quakers which they applied to all Protestants. The settlers simply misunderstood the word as cracker and the nickname stuck. (It should be noted that some pioneering Georgia families were also known as Crackers.)
The modern definition of a Florida Cracker is that of a dying breed: a native born and raised resident who can trace his or her roots back several generations. Today, the vast majority of the state’s population consists of transplants from other states and countries. U.S. Senator Bill Nelson is a bonafide Florida Cracker.

Remington art via Wikipedia
By far the most “glamorous” of the cracker trilogy is the Florida cowboy. The state’s cattle industry began to flourish in the late 19th century but ranching was different than it was in the old west. Cowboys were referred to as cow hunters because the six months between roundups cattle roamed huge pastures dotted with cypress heads (a polite term meaning swamp) and oak hammocks which were and are akin to riding a horse through a brier patch.
La riata (the rope) or lariat was useless in this environment so bullwhips and cowdogs were utilized instead. The crack of the whip is what resulted in the Cracker nickname for the Florida cowboy. The dog of choice was, and still is, the Leopard Hound–a short-legged spotted animal bred specifically for flushing cows out of inaccessible areas.

Remington art via Wikipedia
Hunting scrub cows was not a one day event. Often weeks would pass before all the animals would be located scattered over miles of pasture before fencing became popular. Therefore, permanent, albeit crude, shelters were judiciously erected to offer overnight protection from rainstorms and panthers if not from mosquitos and rattlesnakes.
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Post Commentchitragopi
On August 20, 2009 at 8:36 am
Very interesting, a tough job indeed.
Jenny Heart
On August 20, 2009 at 8:59 am
Very interesting indeed. Like it!
Collette Edwards
On August 20, 2009 at 10:01 am
another great write up and i love the pictures, Any pictures of you in the roundup? hee hee
Heatherhills
On August 20, 2009 at 10:32 am
I thought everyone in US is crackers. Good pictures though!
Ramalingam
On August 20, 2009 at 11:01 am
A very nice historical account of Florida.Thanks for sharing.
Zappy
On August 20, 2009 at 11:36 am
Ken
I just love your humorous comments! Dang! I haven’t missed a smile yet.
PR Mace
On August 20, 2009 at 12:38 pm
Loved it! Are you and Ruby the king and queen of history lessons? I think I am a repotted cracker. I moved around a lot and finally put my roots down in Florida. I love my Florida.
AngelaDavid
On August 20, 2009 at 12:41 pm
This was a good read. I pretty much traveled with you. Thank you for sharing.
nadinesimone
On August 20, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Well on behalf of the uninitiated, and ignorant. Many thanks. Once again you have provided an interesting and colouful potted history, (this time Florida)!
Your knowledge knows no bounds.
Nadine
Lady Sunshine
On August 20, 2009 at 2:54 pm
Great bit of history about Florida Crackers. And don’t you look handsome on top a mighty steed!
Goodselfme
On August 20, 2009 at 5:38 pm
Interesting history lesson.TX
Tanya Wallace
On August 20, 2009 at 6:12 pm
A wonderful and interesting historical write Ken! Excellent work but that never surprises me.Loved the pic of you lol saddlesore huh.hehe
Ruby Hawk
On August 20, 2009 at 6:49 pm
Ken, Who would have thought it, our Ken on a cattle drive. I’ll bet you had fun in spite of the saddle sores. I didn’t know Fla’s were called crackers. I thought the name applied to Georgians only for the crack of the mule train whips,
LoveNFood
On August 20, 2009 at 7:40 pm
Like it.
This is a great article.
Daisy Peasblossom
On August 20, 2009 at 10:33 pm
Interesting and fun article. The guy on the horse is a good bit younger than the pic we are used to seeing, but the grin is the same. Not too much is actually like it is in the movies, so no surprise that cattle droving is a bit different as well.
ceegirl
On August 20, 2009 at 10:56 pm
Nice read
ladybaby
On August 21, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Very interesting history lesson.
Uma Shankari
On August 21, 2009 at 5:18 pm
Enchanting reading. Hope I’d visit Florida one day and I count on you to show around.
Lostash
On August 22, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Informative and witty as usual Ken!
cracker man
On October 8, 2009 at 5:13 pm
I am a 1/2 cracker with a little W.Virginia blood in the mix.
This wasa great read ! My family has many stories past down.
We love it here in Florida.. Im 53 yrs old & never been over the state line in my life… no need to.. we got ALL we need here in this wonderful place… go fishin’ go horsin’ big gardens(2 seasons) eat good go swimin in the springs have even chased a few bambis(single women) in my day !! but now Im all settled down & gettin fat & sassy…married my darlin from ohio.. shes all I could have ever dreamed of.. guess you might call it a mixed marraige. still to this day aint nothin like watchin the sun rise over the oaks & watchin it set over the palms…
Oh florida how i love thee