Posts Tagged 44 magnum

Bull Riding Fools!

Yep, yep, yep, rode me a few back in the day. Can you say LOL! Not this guy! I like to talk about how I ain’t afraid of much of nothing, but getting on the back of an angry two ton beast is not what I call brave. I call it asking for big trouble. I’ve done some crazy stuff, but riding a bull is not one of them. I might try one of those in a bar, where there’s a padded floor to land on…. maybe. Read the rest of this entry »

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Not So Quick On The Draw

In another story, Quick Draw, I told how Flay Randolph had a holster mounted to the  side of his pickup seat, and had mastered the quick draw use of it. He scared the heck out of me one time when a coyote walked out onto the road ahead of us. Flay was out of the pickup and firing at the coyote before I had time to register it was there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Quick Draw!

One of my most unforgettable characters is Flay Randolph. He still lives in Buckeye, Arizona, though he must be older than the sand by now. But what a great guy; he’s like an uncle to me, and his wife, Irene is a jewel, as well.

I worked on a hay farm Flay was managing when I was just out of high school. It was a huge farm, and I did everything imaginable and drove every kind of farm machine there was to drive that had anything to do with hay. Read the rest of this entry »

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Hey Dad!

 When we lived in Washington state we used to go out to a makeshift shooting range up by Mom’s cabin and shoot 44 Magnum Blackhawk pistols. They belonged to my step dad, and were some fine guns. Loud as the dickens, too! Read the rest of this entry »

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