Nope, no pics of those days. I don't recall staying one one long enough to get a picture. There was once one of me getting real fleet footed after exiting the top end of a bull. No idea of what happened to that one.

I sold all of my riggin when I was 19 to ride my thumb to the left coast. Mom was crying and Dad was helping me pack.

It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.

Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.

Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP