Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Ole "Cowboy!?"-Carlos and the "bunkhouse"-gang!? Yahoo!


The “wildest”-bronc!---“Rodeo!”…Yee!-Hah!
 
Daughter-Beth loved the TV-show “Fury” featuring a black-horse
along with friends Joey and Pee-Wee, Jim and Pete! “Geddy-up!”
We had little-money for any-entertainment; a big-event was our
weekly Sunday afternoon-drive. Beth always brought “Fury” and
his young-friends on every adventure as we toured the countryside.
 
They galloped along as we viewed familiar scenery checking out
Dad’s duck-hunting slough by the old Mississippi River or his
fishing-retreat at sacred Fox-Lake. One fine February when we
got our “January”-thaw, daddy took 7-year old Beth to the club

for some early bluegill-fishing. She caught 22! Dad tallied---“0”!
 
By age-4, Beth wanted a “real”-horse!---Fury was okay!...But…?
 
We started searching for a pony for daughter-Beth. We would go to
a farm to inspect a cayuse for-sale; Mom and Dad would cower away
from the “huge”-beasts like “city-folks”; Beth petted the horses. We
made our 1st-purchase, complete with bridle, saddle and pad! Yahoo!  
 
“Little”-Lady, a pure-white Welsh-pony taught us all to ride. Cowboy!?
 
The herd grew and eventually totaled “7” necessitating a “farm! Oh! Boy!

 

 So!? We “cowboy-ed” and farmed and ranched and raised horses and cattle.
 
Rachel Rebecca came along and joined right-in the great fun-and–frolic!
 
When the family went on an “outing”, we seemed to always end-up at the
circular-corral holding a myriad of wild, bucking, untamed-broncs! Wow!
 
I’d pay for 4-tickets and we would board the circus entertainment-ride! Uh! Oh!
 
Becky picked the “wildest”-steed in the herd; Beth mounted one-alongside;
Mom and Dad took a “safe”-harbor on the hard wooden “buckboard”-seat!
 

And---off-they-go!...Beth & Becky running-wild…Mom & Dad on-the-bench!
Faster! & Faster!---went the spinning-carousel!...Mom & Dad hugging-in-fear!
The “cow”-girls laughed and squealed!---Spurred-wild-broncs!...Won-the-race!
 
I confess---I was so-“glad”…every-time the ride-ended and I could get-off! Hmm!?
Hey! I-can-ride!?---Not-so-Good!...I do make a “Big”-dust when I fall-off! Too-often!
 
The poor-ole western-frontier Indians suffered nothing compared to “modern”-me!?
Amen!

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