| 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$$...... |
| 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... |