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Saddle Up Boys!

We lived in a little community on Lake Travis for ten years, from 2000 to 2010. I had a lot of fun there, but looking back, I don’t know how me and the boys stayed out of jail. And so, I was not surprised when one afternoon I walked into the local convenience store and found the sign below tacked to the bulletin board.

Last Round of the Season

 

I used to run with some good ol’ boys; wasn’t that long ago wanted poster

You’d find us mostly on the golf course, not at the rodeo

Made up our rules as we went along; lied and cheated a bit

Golf balls sailed all over the place, but seldom was anyone hit

 

We were never accused of workin’ too much

We just golfed , fished, & grilled, threw horseshoes and such

We’d jump in the lake when it got too hot

Then finish the round in our water socks

 

Yep, I used to run with a mighty  strange crew

Jaybird & Dano just to mention a few

Then life took a turn and I had to be leavin’

I said saddle up boys, it’s the last round of the season

 

Copyright © 2016 C Mashburn

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I Just Needed More Time

I’m sure y’all have heard the saying, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make teach to fishit drink.” Well, I have another one for you: “You can take a man to the lake, but you can’t teach him how to fish—if he won’t listen.” (I made up that last one after I spent a weekend with a couple of “tournament” fishermen one Fourth of July.) Read the rest of this entry »

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I Got To Fess Up

For those who don’t understand some of my lingo, to “fess up” is to confess, or come clean on a situation. I got a little fessin’ up to do about that fish story—I Need More Time—I wrote this morning. It had some truth to it, but I may have embellished a wee bit. So, it’s confession time! Read the rest of this entry »

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I Needed More Time (Part 2 of 2)

I was rewarded with an instant bump, and subtly jerked my rod, hooking the monster, big mouth bass. I knew that’s what it was by the way it felt when it took the bait. With my kind of experience, I can perceive these things instantly. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Needed More Time

I’m sure y’all have heard the saying, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” Well, I have another one for you: “You can take a man to the lake, but you can’t teach him how to fish—if he won’t listen.” I’ll explain in just a minute. Read the rest of this entry »

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There It Is!

Speaking of my cousin, Eddy Madden, he was born exactly nine months after I was and so, for three months out of every year, we are the same age. On May first, he turned sixty; on August first I will be sixty-one. That fact is only important in the sense it partly explains why we were so close growing up—we were basically the same age. Here’s a little something I wrote for him to put in his 60th birthday album. Read the rest of this entry »

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Willie’s Got The Munchies

In my story, Pee Wee and Dizzy, I told you how me and my little brothers used to clean doves for Pee Wee Reese and Dizzy Dean when we were kids. They came over to hunt just about every year back then. I also mentioned I cooked dinner for Willie Nelson a couple of times, and this is the story about that little tidbit of my past. Read the rest of this entry »

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