Sunday, April 15, 2012
Cables
I used to be pretty good with a lasso. Well, at least I was in my own mind. In our games of cowboys and indians, it was part of the gear you needed. Most of us were cowboys that rode the range that was my backyard. My grandmother started it all one Christmas, when she gave me a varnished pole with a horse head at the top. It even had a small set of reins to control my 'wild pony'. As I got older, any old stick would do. I got pretty good too; I could tame any old 'stick-pony'. I found a fine piece of rope, just thick enough, just long enough and my lasso was born. Each of the guys had one, and we'd practice over and over on anything we found. Back then, I'm amazed at how we'd fill the hours. Giddy Up!
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I hope you didn't use steel cables when lassoing your brother and sisters.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I met you as a adult.....
You have some great memories from your childhood.
ReplyDeleteI love your childhood memories and this great composition you captured.
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I dream of driving tractors and lassoing.
ReplyDeleteSimple pleasures back then Birdman, but some like yours are enduring, my little great nephew has exactly the same fun as you did, a pole with a horses head keep him charging around the back garden for ages.
ReplyDeleteGreat post Birdman.
ReplyDeleteCool memories!
ReplyDeleteYou always manage to reawaken old memories for me.
ReplyDeleteI think every boy of a certain age had a yen for being a cowboy (well, a cowboy according to the Hollywood version which was far from correct!).
ReplyDeleteAnd a lasso? Yup. Shore enuf, pardner!
I guess you roped me into saying all that stuff!
Good memories, Birdman,.
ReplyDeleteYep, we had lassos also, and cap guns!!
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