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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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The Richard Rule

I’ve told you about the pasture pool golf course out in Spicewood Beach where we used to live in several of my stories (there will be more golf stories!);are two examples. Here’s another one you might enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Daily Lie

Spent the weekend at Lake Travis. It was brutally hot and dry; the wind flet like a giant hair dryer blowing in your face. Played nine holes with Richard in the morning when it was only 85 degrees and rising fast–not too bad. Then played 18 with Jaybird, teeing off at five. It 105, same wind; and we had the whole course to ourselves. Worst thing was, the lake is so low, it was too far to go jump into it to call off like we used to. Long story short, we lived! Read the rest of this entry »

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Honish Ossiffer, I Ain’ Den Brinkin’

Okay, two beers; I had two beers about three hours ago. What twelve pack? Empty cans in the back of my truck? Oh, you think this is my truck? You’re probably about to go off duty, ain’t ya? Do you really want to mess with all the paperwork this is gonna involve? Read the rest of this entry »

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Golf Tips

I have been known to be a bit of a smart aleck now and then. No, no, I know most of you find that hard to believe, but it’s true. Every once in a great while, I lose my mild mannered courteous ways, and say something inappropriate; it happens to the best of us.

My golfing buddy Jay Bird has wandered into the path of one of my salvos now and then, but him being a bit of a wise-guy his own self, he usually walks away none the worse for wear. I got him good one day out on the course though. Read the rest of this entry »

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Let’s Talk About Ducks

That phrase will no doubt cause many of my fantasy football compatriots—including my two grandsons—to get a wide-eyed and fearful expression upon their face. And, I must admit they would be justified in so doing. If by chance any of that group is reading this, you can relax; I’m not going down that road. Yet! For those who have no clue what I’m talking about, rest assured, you will one day be treated to at least a small sampling of the “tails” of the mighty duck slinger clan of yesteryear. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Richard Rule

I’ve told you about the pasture pool golf course out in Spicewood Beach where we used to live in several of my stories (there will be more golf stories!);are two examples. Here’s another one you might enjoy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mowin’ The Greens

I’ve told you about the pasture pool golf course out in Spicewood Beach where we used to live in several of my stories (there will be more golf stories!); The Daily Lie, and Redneck Economics are two examples. But, there was also some work involved in the equation. I mentioned before, it was a self-maintained course, and I was involved in a bit of the voluntary labor. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Daily Lie

When we lived in the community of Spicewood Beach, out by Lake Travis, the lake, golf course, and lakeside picnic cabanas were the gathering place for the people we liked to hang out with. We’d have barbecues down there almost every summer weekend; I’d fire up my trusty Weber grill, and everyone would bring whatever meat they wanted cooked. Of course, the cooking could not start until I’d finished my daily round of golf on our little, self-maintained, nine-hole course. It wasn’t much of a course, compared to “real” golf courses, but it was free, never crowded, and right next to the lake. Read the rest of this entry »

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Honish Ossiffer, I Ain’ Den Brinkin’

Okay, two beers; I had two beers about three hours ago. What twelve pack? Empty cans in the back of my truck? Oh, you think this is my truck? Read the rest of this entry »

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