After ride'n ever-thang with Hair, Grease, & Make-Up for nearly 50 years...
I stumbled over my Root...& went back to Drive'n........um...m...
but my Home's a Bear-Trap Saddle..Ox-Bow Stirrups..& Big Wind..but..
just got tired of tear'n up Cow-Girl Suits
try'n to train Riders
Anybody Young, Old, Drunk or Sober can fumble up in my Wagon...&..
Sho' Pass a Good Time...
Dukey-Boy'd rather I had a
Feather up my A$$......
Back-2 Main Camp
Friend/folks all caution'n: "Now....Weldon....you Are go'n to warm-up, accustom-mate, ground-work, &
gentle-ize what you hook-up to this fancy mo-shene-ree, ain't ya'???....
Well, yeah, I would...'cept if'n my ol' Chicaza grandma didn't remember so fondly how she & her older
sister Sue would come back from the fields with an empty wagon,...& Stand Up & Lay the Lines to 'Em!!!..
It was that genetic pre-disposition/attitude that I so warned her of much of my life that killed her...
at 105.....XX
Four...Four Y/O's...in Four-In-Hand...
1928 John Deere Spring Wagon...
XX recycled...
from two piles of JD Amerikan Iron...
& the Pecan Trees reclaim'n All..
I likes th' Music...when the trace chains...talk on Grand-Dad's Double
Tree...