About Us

Western Sky's Jerky was started years ago based on two principles: Taste and Quality. Our products are made and packaged under USDA inspection. The buffalo, elk, and venison jerky are smoked 7,500 feet high in the Rocky Mountains. The smell of hickory and pine lingers throughout the area for miles. Our jerky has unprecedented flavor, texture, and packaging. Our holistic management techniques help us to grow healthy herds and produce high quality meat, while also improving the quality of the land where the buffalo graze. We strive for excellence in all that we do.

Western Sky's Jerky owner and founder started cooking in the fine dining business when he was 14 years old. He traveled the countryside learning as much as he could from some of the greatest chefs. He took his skills from the Hiltons to the Alaskan sport and fishing camps.

One evening at a Rocky Mountain resort, one of his plates came back from the waitress. Keep in mind that none of his plates had EVER come back! It was a plate of Tureen of Duck Foie Gras with three layers of truffles topped with a port wine butter sauce, sprinkled with shaved pistachios. The cooks left the kitchen as his face turned red. The waitress, with watery eyes said, "Chef, they want you to cut up the meat. It was for a French couples' poodle (dog) that was under the table while they were dining."

Steam was coming out of his nose as he grabbed his 15-inch Chef's knife and literally chopped through the fine china plate. He scraped it all on a serving tray and told the waitress to, "Go Feed the Dog!" as he threw in his white towel.

The owner was crying knowing that he had just lost the greatest Chef in the world. He asked, "What are you going to do?" He replied, "I'm going to start a gourmet jerky company." He has never had a bag of my gourmet jerky come back since.

Western Sky's Jerky was born! But why "Western Sky's?" Read on...

Cactus Jack was riding across the steep, rough terrain of the San Won Padre Se Snoran Desert when suddenly his horse was spooked. It reared up and threw him off. He lay there with the wind knocked out of him wondering why he'd had so many tequillas and ate so many buritos, when suddenly a sidewinding, diamond eyed cobra rat snake bit him in the neck.

Cactus Jack lay there in disgust wondering what he would do with his secret formula for his good eating jerky. He knew he was near greener deserts. He was starting to go delirious and went back in his mind to when he was just a little bambino. He could smell the jerky being cooked up in his father's brick smoker. When suddendly, an Indian pulled up in a Jeep.

"Dude, what's up?" Jack said, "Water!" The Indian said he'd go to the 7-Eleven and get a bottled water. "Be back in 5 minutes."

The minutes felt like years to Jack. He knew, as the last descendent in his family, the secret formula for his jerky had to be passed down to someone.

The Indian was back with water and squirted some in Jack's dry mouth. Jack asked, "What's your name?" "I'm Western Sky's. My father named me Western Sky's because I liked western movies."

Jack said, "Take off my boots." Western Sky's did as he was told, and in the left boot was the secret formula for the jerky. Western Sky's asked, "What's this wrapped in tobacco leaves?" Jack said in his last tequilla breath, "Western Sky's, take my jerky formula, my horse Layla, gun and boots. But, do not change a thing in this recipe. You must carry on this jerky!"

Western Sky's did carry on the jerky tradition. And, many years later, he heard that dogs will even do back flips for just a little taste of Western Sky's Jerky!