Saddletramp wrote:This morning someone thought we've broke tradition for not having a lot of neighbors to help us brand. Then someone else jumped on us cause we wear hats. Dang, ain't it fun pleasing everyone.
Last fall we were coming back from our daughter-in-laws folks after Thanksgiving dinner. We stopped in Grand Island as I needed to use a restroom. We went into the big store,you know the one that starts with a capital letter and ends with Mart. As I went for the public restroom I noticed quite a herd of young folks standing around just hanging out. They all had pants way too big and hanging down off their butts. They nearly all had their caps on backwards or cocked off like they'ed just been slapped. the guys had ear rings and the girls had rings every wear else. They were all talking in trash Mexican, not spanish, Trash I wanna be a gangsta Mexican.
Well, I goes into the restroom and I have never seen a bigger mess in my life. And I have been in some big messes. The stools were full but not flushed. Gang slogans were smeared on the walls with crap. Yes crap. There was urine and crap on the floor. Slogans spray painted every where.
Well, I turned to leave and another guy came in and he spunned around and left ,too. As we were going pass the youth of that fair city, I heard some of them giggle and heard,Woo Hoo ride em' Cowboy"
Well, what can you do? You can't kill em' cause they'll just breed more. No need to try to teach them any manners cause it's obvoius it's not what they are interested in. So you just ignore em' and we went to find another restroom.
Slipped into a quick-mart and the restroom there was just about as bad. Gang griffiti all over the walls. A whole roll of toilet paper unraveled on the floor. The stool was a mess but at lest it was flushed.
Well, I wiped up abit and throughly washed my hands and started out the door. By now,Ol' Tramp was in a pretty bad mood toward his fellow man and I was ready to fight a big bear just to feel better.I had had enough of the big city.
Outside the door was two little kids, maybe two and maybe five or so. As I came out they were staring at me like I had something hanging off a handle bar or something. Now, Iv'e always got time for little kids and horses so I said," Guess you gentlemen are next." There was their Mom and Grandmother standing there and the Mom says'It's Your hat. They are just fasinated by cowboys."
Well, that did it. I hunkered down on my heels to their level and stuck out my hand. Darned if they didn't shake hands with me as I asked them where they was from. The Mom answered,"Memphis." I said "Say, You guys are on a big trip aren't you." The littlest one pulled up the leg of his baggy hammer loop pants and said,"See?" And he was showing me a brand new pair of gum soled cowboy boots. " Hey," I said "Them are nice." and I made a big deal about them. Then I said,"Here,Pardner put this on and show Mom what a handsome man you are." As I put my hat on his little head. Sure enough he reachs up with both hands and bends the brim wrong ways. Then big brother needed to try it on too.He did the same thing bent her wrong ways too. His smiled showed that he had some recent trading with the Tooth Fairy.
So we made small talk for a few minutes and I said I was sure glad to meet you two Cowboys. The Mom said Thank You as I stood up. I said 'You Folks have a good trip and welcome to Nebraska."
Now I'm not a very big fish. All my life Iv'e took care of someone elses cattle and Iv'e always worked for another man's brand.....But for a little while there in the dregs of the big city,and just because I was wearing a black Cowboy Hat, for a couple of minutes,two little kids fronTennessee thought I was a hero.
Northern Rancher wrote:My buddy from Wyoming was up at the Regina Bull Test sale when this guy from south of Number One highway wealks up with one of those feather catcher hats. My bud asked him if he saw the pheasant before it hit him in the forehead lol.
Saddletramp wrote:Now I'm not a very big fish. All my life Iv'e took care of someone elses cattle and Iv'e always worked for another man's brand.....But for a little while there in the dregs of the big city,and just because I was wearing a black Cowboy Hat, for a couple of minutes,two little kids fronTennessee thought I was a hero.
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