So ya wanna be a COWBOY?

[Sod Buster]

Dang, they have a website? They've gone high-tech on me!

That's the place, Sod Buster!



AnnieLee

I was real surprised when Google found it.  I didn't expect to see that they had thier very own web site.

[litl rooster]

Google surprizes me ............It's smarter than Great and Powerful OZ

[Delmonico]

The Wizard of Oooooze?

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Dang, they have a website? They've gone high-tech on me!

That's the place, Sod Buster!



AnnieLee

I was real surprised when Google found it.  I didn't expect to see that they had thier very own web site.

He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.

Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?

Hee hee hee,



AnnieLee

[Delmonico]

If he's postin' on our threads regular, chance's were good he is.   Bet I ain't the only one that still has a copy on vinyl.

[Sod Buster]

He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.

Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?

Hee hee hee,



AnnieLee

There's always room for more.

[litl rooster]

He's a quiet man, friendly, unassuming, gentle.

Who would know that under that genteel demeanor, Sod Buster is another demented Bozo on the Bus?

Hee hee hee,



AnnieLee

There's always room for more.

With a horseless carriage like that you could always pick up some Rodeo werk.......but, there is a lot of B.S> there too

[Sod Buster]

With a horseless carriage like that you could always pick up some Rodeo werk.......but, there is a lot of B.S> there too

Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.

[litl rooster]

Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.
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Well it looks like the Barrel was to far away today. Friday and Saturday we had between 5 1/2" to 7" rain depending on who and where it was measured. Alot to say the lease. The ground is slick. This morning another couple tenths.  We needed to gather enough bred heifers to fill 3 semi's. Everyone worked together(human wise) but the other elements moisture cattle and sometimes the horses are unpredictable. However all things considered we had them in the pens in a relative short time. The foreman and I went back to sort and weigh. The first load was selected and all the culls turned out. We went back to start the 2nd load. Taking turns in the pen one of us would go in and push 1 or 2 head out at a time, the other would open a gate and catch ones or let them go by. By now the pens are pretty nasty rain mud and manure, I am sure you get the picture. I am working the gate. The foreman yells keep her, at the same instance he yells no go by... I swing the gate shut but a little to late this 1000 pound heifer plows into it and takes me out with it. I did not die, (ya all know the laugh rule) got most of the force in my knee and got a muddy backside. I was able to help finish with this thinking I could walk it out, till the heat in swelling started setting in. So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.

Maybe it's time for me to take up something safer, any one have any carpentry books I could read?

[Delmonico]

Did ya fall in cow poop?   

[Sod Buster]

So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.

OUCH!
I hope you will still be able to make the CAS match Sunday, 10/23.

[Trinity]

Ouch!  Sorry pard to hear of your misfortune!!!

[Delmonico]

Here, pard this is for you, bet ya've heard it before, but I thought it might make yer day go better.  And these folks think Cosies are cold and heartless "ALL" the time, well their wrong it's only most of the time.

When They've Finished Shipping Cattle in the Fall

Though you're not exactly blue,
Yet you don't feel like you do
In the winter, or the long hot summer days.
For your feelin's and the weather
Seem to sort of go together,
And you're quiet in the dreamy autumn haze.
When the last big steer is goaded
Down the chute, and safely loaded;
And the summer crew has ceased to hit the ball;
When a fellow starts to draggin'
To the home ranch with  the wagon --
When they've finished shipping cattle in the fall.

Only two men left a standin'
On the job for winter brandin',
And your pardner, he's a loafing by your side.
With a bran-new saddle creakin',
But you never hear him speakin',
And you feel it's goin' to be a quiet ride.
But you savvy one another
For you know him like a brother--
He is friendly but he's quiet, that is all;
For he' thinkin' while he's draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.

And the saddle hosses stringin'
At an easy walk a swingin'
In behind the old chuck wagon movin' slow.
They are weary gaunt and jaded
With the mud and brush they've waded,
And they settled down to business long ago.
Not a hoss is feelin' sporty,
Not a hoss is actin' snorty;
In the spring the brutes was full of buck and bawl;
But they 're gentle, when they're draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon --
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.

And the cook leads the retreat
Perched high upon his wagon seat,
With his hat pulled 'way down furr'wd on his head.
Used to make that old team hustle,
Now he hardly moves a muscle,
And a feller might imagine he was dead,
'Cept his old cob pipe is smokin'
As he lets his team go pokin',
Hittin' all the humps and hollers in the road.
No, the cook has not been drinkin'--
He's just settin' there and thinkin'
'Bout the places and the people that he knowed
And you watch the dust a trailin'
And two little clouds a sailin',
And a big mirage like lakes and timber tall.
And you're lonesome when you're draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.

When you make the camp that night,
Though the fire is burnin' bright,
Yet nobody seems to have a lot to say,
In the spring you sung and hollered,
Now you git your supper swallered
And you crawl into your blankets right away.
Then you watch the stars a shinin'
Up there in the soft blue linin'
And you sniff the frosty night air clear and cool.
You can hear the night hoss shiftin'
As your memory starts driftin'
To the little village where you went to school.
With its narrow gravel streets
And the kids you used to meet,
And the common where you used to play baseball.
Now you're far away and draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon
For they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.

And your school-boy sweetheart too,
With her eyes of honest blue--
Best performer in the old home talent show.
You were nothin' but a kid
But you liked her, sure you did--
Lord! And that was over thirty years ago.
Then your memory starts to roam
From Old Mexico to Nome.
From the Rio Grande to the Powder River,
Of the things you seen and done--
Some of them was lots of fun
And a lot of other things they make you shiver.
'Bout that boy by name of Reid
That was killed in a stampede--
'Twas away up north, you helped 'em dig his grave,
And your old friend Jim the boss
That got tangled with a hoss,
And the fellers couldn't reach in time to save.

You was there when Ed got his'n--
Boy that killed him's still in prison,
And old Lucky George, he's rich and livin' high.
Poor old Tom, he come off worst,
Got his leg broke, died of thirst
Lord but that must be an awful way to die.

Then them winters at the ranches,
And the old time country dances--
Everybody there was sociable and gay.
Used to lead 'em down the middle
Jest a prancin' to the fiddle--
Never thought of goin' home till the break of day.
No! there ain't no chance for sleepin',
For the memories come a creepin',
And sometimes you think you hear the voices call;
When a feller starts a draggin'
To the home ranch with the wagon--
When they've finished shippin' cattle in the fall.

[Scattered Thumbs]

Just as long as there is a barrel nearby to jump into when the need arises.

Well it looks like the Barrel was to far away today. Friday and Saturday we had between 5 1/2" to 7" rain depending on who and where it was measured. Alot to say the lease. The ground is slick. This morning another couple tenths.  We needed to gather enough bred heifers to fill 3 semi's. Everyone worked together(human wise) but the other elements moisture cattle and sometimes the horses are unpredictable. However all things considered we had them in the pens in a relative short time. The foreman and I went back to sort and weigh. The first load was selected and all the culls turned out. We went back to start the 2nd load. Taking turns in the pen one of us would go in and push 1 or 2 head out at a time, the other would open a gate and catch ones or let them go by. By now the pens are pretty nasty rain mud and manure, I am sure you get the picture. I am working the gate. The foreman yells keep her, at the same instance he yells no go by... I swing the gate shut but a little to late this 1000 pound heifer plows into it and takes me out with it. I did not die, (ya all know the laugh rule) got most of the force in my knee and got a muddy backside. I was able to help finish with this thinking I could walk it out, till the heat in swelling started setting in. So off to the ER, like Tim the tool man Taylor I have a coffee cup there also. However I am now in a leg brace and will be at home for a couple of days.

Maybe it's time for me to take up something safer, any one have any carpentry books I could read?

So that's what happened to you.  Wish you a speedy recovery pard.

[litl rooster]

Thanks all...I will be back to work in no time...Just gettin older and hopelfully wiser and takin' Doc's advise and stayin home a few days.

Sod Buster as slow as I shoot a bum leg couldn't interfear toooooo badly

Delmonico who penned that one?

[Delmonico]

As near as I can tell it was written by that most pro-fish-ant of poets and song writers:
Mr. Public Domain.

[Delmonico]

Now ya did it, the mention of Mr. Public Domain made me desire some Jerry Jeff and he mentioned him in a song.


Got my irons in the fire down in Texas
Got a toe hold in Tennessee
Got my foot in the door of that California Store
Now I'm up to my ears in me

Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain

I took a bite of the Big Apple
And I dabbled in that forbidden fruit
No they promised me points
And they slipped me skinny joints
And I've yet to see me any loot
From that man in the high-heeled Gucci shoes

Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
It's all just public domain

I sang in the Red River Valley
I've drank with the whores in Santa Fe
Yeah, I ran with the snuff queens in Dallas
Like I ran from Snow White in L.A.
Now I've broken all my vows to Demolay

Chorus:
Don't be concerned if the song sounds familiar
Don't be concerned if it all seems the same
Just be concerned that your policies will kill you
And it's all just public domain
It makes sense to get into the rain

[litl rooster]

Please remit a check for $.30 to Mr. Domain

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

< From her sense of public dooty and civic responsibility toward the cowboy way, she points and laughs at Litl' Rooster>

Gads you are a goober, ya shouda known better! Get enough coddling, yet?



AnnieLee

[litl rooster]

< From her sense of public dooty and civic responsibility toward the cowboy way, she points and laughs at Litl' Rooster>

Gads you are a goober, ya shouda known better! Get enough coddling, yet?



AnnieLee

Annie Lee gets the prize...She's only one who laughed. now to answer your questions

Gads you are a goober   yep>>>goober is a better word than most call me
ya shouda known better yep I did>>>remember I am a goober
Get enough coddling, yet? nope>>>never enough of that.