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Unregistered
Bull
Choice gleanings
from 45-plus years of Unregistered Bull
"Get ready for a good cry,"
warned John. "Here comes old Alegre Jones.
He's the reserve grand champion pessimist of all
time. The only man I ever heard of who had him
beat was the one who read that worry could
shorten his life; he killed himself worrying over
the danger of worrying. Why howdy, Leg, how's
things over on the Rio Pecos?" |
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Doc
Blakely
Pokin' Fun
The scene is any average American
home, blue collar, medium income, middle-aged.
The television is set on a special edition of
"Monday Night Football." Nobody
questions the fact that it is Thursday night and
this is the third special of the week in addition
to the regular Monday Night feature which went
into sudden death playoff lasting until Tuesday
morning. |
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Monte
Noelke
Shortgrass Country
Fall bird migration is going mighty
slow with the 80-degree afternoons and 50-degree
lows on the flyways leading to the temperate
zones from the Northlands. Warm November days and
moderate nights stalled the birds all along the
route toward Mexico and the Canal Zone. Vultures
left the shortgrass country on schedule, but
buzzards do so well in sheep country, they have
to migrate before they weigh too much to get
airborne. |
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Baxter
Black
On The Edge Of
Common Sense
The latest news from Malaysia is
that young people are sniffing cow dung to get
high. They find a fresh cow pie, place a large
tin can over it, poke a hole in the top and sniff
through it. One of the Malaysian lawmakers is
concerned. He said it was becoming a trend. |
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Linda
Mussehl
As
I See It ...
A while back, I went to town to do
those dozens of errands that seem to stack up so
quickly. I try to plan those trips well, just
because I hate them so much and I want to get
everything done in the most efficient manner. I
always think that if I plan the trip right, I
won't have to spend any more time in town than
absolutely necessary and I won't have to go back
any time soon. |
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Lee Pitts
Its The Pitts
What's wrong with this picture? An
obviously affluent matriarch gets out of her
chauffeured limo, strolls pompously through a
feed store maze of baled hay and bulging bags of
animal feed and plunks down a $20 bill for the
three small tins of Bag Balm cradled delicately
in her manicured hand. Obviously she's not going
straight home and apply the salve to the udders
of the cows she's milking twice daily. |
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Dale
Rollins, Ph.D
Wildlife
By Design
They call it "value-added"
marketing. It involves spicing your commodity
with a special twinkle to make it more appealing
to consumers, and therefore prompting buyers to
fork over more money. At the salebarn it could be
a premium for backgrounding a set of steers. In
the hayfield it could be a premium for having the
hay tested for crude protein content. It may
involve nothing more than trying to move up the
retail chain a notch or two and bypassing some of
the middlemen. |
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Dr. Jim
& Lynda McCall
On
Matters of...Equine
Remember growing up — the dreaded
pre-teen functions. Drift back in time to a room
divided into two armed camps. One side is under
the control of the sugar and spice set, chatting
amongst themselves, feigning disinterest in the
activity on the other wall. The other wall —
under the control of the puppy dog tails gang
— is full of young boys feeling very
uncomfortable and inadequate, as if they had been
thrown nude into a prisoner of war camp. |
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