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Doc
Blakely
Pokin' Fun
The English have a rather strange
sense of humor. They love to tell "Irish
Jokes" which, of course, always makes the
Irish the butt of the jokes. Of all places, none
would seem more strange than Jackson Hole,
Wyoming, to cross paths with an Englishman
telling Irish stories. The Englishman was a
building contractor transplanted to America (the
same word used by our ancestors who were
expelled). The story follows: |
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Monte
Noelke
Shortgrass Country
Loading bicycles and supplies on the
ferry going out to Cape Clear Island delayed
departure long enough to make it on board at the
true beginning of my August trip to Ireland. From
the mainland the trip takes 45 minutes and costs
nine Irish pounds or 13 bucks in U.S. currency
for a round trip ticket. |
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Baxter
Black
On The Edge Of
Common Sense
Should it strike us farmers and
ranchers as odd that from 1995 to 1998 an
estimated 250,000 people died of starvation in
North Korea? |
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Linda
Mussehl
As
I See It ...
"You're not going to sweat in
that, are you?" Pardner asked. "What
about the dust?" I was getting ready to mow
weeds in the horse trap, preparing to wrestle the
mower in and out of the mesquite thickets, dodge
prickly pear patches and bounce in and out of the
ruts and wallows. Sweaty, dusty work indeed. I
already had found my leather gloves and was
grabbing a gimme cap from the hat rack by the
door. I took one of the dozens of gimme caps on
the rack, caps stacked two and three deep on each
tine of the rack. |
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Lee Pitts
Its The Pitts
I'm proud of the fact that earlier this
year my wife and I celebrated our 25th wedding
anniversary. Yes, it was only a quarter century
ago that my wife said, "I do," and ever
since has been saying, "No You Don't!"
When people ask my wife if she has any secrets
for a long and happy marriage she always gives a
short answer: EAR PLUGS. |
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Dale
Rollins, Ph.D
Wildlife
By Design
As a youngster I can remember my dad
telling me that a rule of thumb for estimating
the worth of one’s horse was to see how many
times it rolled in the dirt after a hard
day’s riding. He estimated the horse was
worth $50 for each roll. The best mine ever did
was about $300 — in 1965 dollars. |
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