His name's Big Jim. He came ridin' into the Dude Ranch late one night "in an air-conditioned bus, of course". He was from Wisconsin (Cowboy Dude capitol of the world). There's only one this Big Jim liked better'n ropin', ridin', and showin' off his purty new duds - that's eatin'. And there's nothing' he liked to eat moren' a big ol' bucket of Dude Ranch Bean Dip, of course, his horse couldn't carry him after he ate, but Big Jim doesn't care because eatin' is his life.