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Unregistered
Bull
Choice gleanings
from 45-plus years of Unregistered Bull
The time was 3 p.m., December 24. The
place was Jake McMack's ranch, 40 miles from
nowhere, 41 miles due west of Choke Rope, Texas.
Jake and his cowboy, Juan Jiñete, were cutting
cattle a couple of miles from headquarters. |
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Doc
Blakely
Pokin' Fun
Every year about this time the same
question arises. What do you get for a fellow who
has everything? I would suggest a shot of
penicillin if it wasn't Christmas, but that
probably wouldn't be appropriate, or appreciated,
in this season to be jolly. |
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Monte
Noelke
Shortgrass Country
The newsletter a week ago from the
Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers
Association, a big hollow-horn group, reported
that the Secretary of Agriculture has arranged
for 300.1 million metric tons of food to be
shipped to Russia. |
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Baxter
Black
On The Edge Of
Common Sense
Opinions are like those painful
little acid blisters you get on the end of your
tongue that smart like a pimple on the side of
your nostril ... Everybody's had one, so here is
mine. |
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Linda
Mussehl
As
I See It ...
The Christmas image-makers sure
make it rough to be an ordinary woman this time
of year. The Christmas myth has a happy housewife
in the kitchen churning out cookies and candy
while good old Dad strings lights along the clean
gutters of their cozy cottage. |
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Lee Pitts
Its The Pitts
We all like to think we are important
enough to have our names remembered. But for most
of us that part of the brain responsible for
recalling names is usually engaged with other
business. This became obvious when I attended a
trade show wearing the name badge of a friend so
I could get in free. Although I knew most people
there well enough to share the same toothpick,
over half the people I met called me by the name
on the badge instead of the name on my birth
certificate. |
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