And grandpa had one of the skinny ass belts that left some serious welts, after whupping is when I got to sit in a corner.the sound of leather being pulled through seven wrangler belt loops
And grandpa had one of the skinny ass belts that left some serious welts, after whupping is when I got to sit in a corner.the sound of leather being pulled through seven wrangler belt loops
When I was around 10-12 I was already pretty tall but I always had to ride in the middle and I remember my head bouncing off the roof of those old pickups just about every time we drove around out on somebody’s farm. That was before concussion protocols were a thing. I also remember having three hard helmet to helmet collisions playing Hempstead at 15 years old, that each left me and the same running back both laying flat on our backs in the same game. Neither one of us came out of the game. See above regarding concussion protocols. Explains a lot...Pickup tailgate chains clanging while riding around the farm and ranch.
Tennis ball cannons, lighter fluid for propellant. Blowguns made from straws with darts made from pins and thread, lizards beware.
Where I’m from we would capitalize “Texans”.I can still remember open range in SE OK--no fences, just wide open timberland--crossbred brahman/hereford/longhorns. Good horses and catahoula stock dogs. All chopped up, gated and leased to texans--our range was 19,000 acres.- that was were i spent my youth. What a shame, my kids will never know how good i had it. makes me sick
I will fix that for you--Texicans? right??Where I’m from we would capitalize “Texans”.![]()
I remember the day when you would drop a primer on the floor, if you could see it you would dispose of it or just leave it to be picked up by the broom or vacuum. Now if you drop one on the floor you seal off the area and spend the time it takes on your old knees to find it and use it.