cowhunter
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Carl and me go back to when I was 18 and him 21. He goes back to old cow folks same as me. Me and him has went to many a honkeytonk and juke joint togather but both now have fount the lord for many years now. We have skint many heads and got ours skint a little to in thows places excpt church. One time he was playin pool and razin a feller he was beatin. The feller broke a pool stick over carls head right before I put him to sleep. Carl just shouck his head a little and then made the shot. He took me to get my truck this mornin and we both need to get somethin at the feedstore, him rat traps and dog wormer and mange med. Me, bison tollin range cubes. I paid for mine and found him gettin some help from a cowgirl young enough to be his daughter. I'm lookin at him, rolein my eyes and him agrinin. I finely get him out of there and we go to the dock and hit a rainin and cold. I told him that me loadin them cubes got my side to hurtin yesterday and him to stay in the truck and I'd get this sorry youngin to load them. He gets out anyway and helps a lady load her feed while I get her hay. She was about 50 and I told him that she was what he ort to be flertin with, not her daughter. Him with 2 fake knees and a brace on the outside of his britches. I said don't get them cubes. I told the young man to load the cubes cause that's his job and I was et up with cancer and carl was criple. Carl grabed both 50 lb bags while I opened the back truck door. We laughed, I told him we were to old wore out hasbeens. He said yea, but they still talk about us. We laugh again. I told him about the calf with the scowers and same as last year. He said daddy would have caught her and give her a drink of peptpbismal. A trip to the drug store, more flirtin, and then to see his cows before mine. I told him they were a bunch of long eared mongerals with sorry feet. He look at me like I was crazy as hell. His were heavy calfin and a good lookin bunch. He had 3 nice black bulls ready to be turnt in with them. Meanwhile, it still arainin and cold. Him just gettin over the flew and us suckin on caugh drops like youngin on candy. We went to see mine and found the calf standin. It run off and I said take to her, I got the pepto. We figered we both aint needed to get wet. The calf ran off good but still had the scowers. We'll get her tomorra pepto and injectable a d and e. Tolled the buffalo in the pens. Even the old bull. Still rainin and cold. Hate to write a book. Just won't to tell some tales about my life while I can still remember.
