Sunday, April 15, 2012
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!