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Curmudgeonland...home Of The Old Farts Club

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If ya ever worked in A restaurant you can relate
 
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wasssssssssup!

Late night for me, took a nap today :( Didn't sleep so well in the heat last night.. fuck its gonna suck huge when summer actually gets here lol.

Gardens doing awesome, Plants get so much bigger as each day passes i go out and check and amazed at how much they grow each day.

Hoping the radishes are done by the end of this month so i can get the corn planted and beans and peas started.

Anyway smoking on some space god atm, vaping some tasty french dude.

Party on!
 
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@GoldNBoy, the story teller of Curmudgeonland. You express yourself well, makes the rest of us old farts look like , well old farts.
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Thanks. Storytelling is a part of the cowboy heritage. My earliest memories are listening to stories, from an old friend of my dad's. We lived on a cowcamp, with no TV. Many hours since, have been spent either listening to stories, or telling them. ...Kinda brings to mind an old cowboy poet, I met some time ago.
 
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LittleDabbie said:
wasssssssssup!

Late night for me, took a nap today :( Didn't sleep so well in the heat last night.. fuck its gonna suck huge when summer actually gets here lol.

Gardens doing awesome, Plants get so much bigger as each day passes i go out and check and amazed at how much they grow each day.

Hoping the radishes are done by the end of this month so i can get the corn planted and beans and peas started.

Anyway smoking on some space god atm, vaping some tasty french dude.

Party on!
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Bowls up!
 
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Good morning old farts, hope ya'll got up on the right side of the bed this morning. If not, go back to bed, ya grouchy mofo. We gonna be gone shopping in town, 66 mile ride to get there. Hope my wife can handle it. Gotta get our life back to something resembling normal. Any way, gonna be gone till this evening. All you boys and girls play nice and stay stoned. Let`s start the day off with a session of "wake n bake". You know the drill, coffee and a bowl. And here we go, puff, puff, cough and pass to the next old fart.
 
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GoldNBoy said:
After Monday's high wore off, I was sore as I've ever been. I couldn't even open my hands Tuesday morning. By evening, I was seriously considering not going the next day. But, I had agreed to be there, and saddled up anyway. I drove an hour & a half, and blazed the whole way.
First to arrive, the owners & their hired hand weren't even saddled up, yet. The old patriarch came out of the big ranch house, but didn't say anything. A couple neighbors came. Then the rest of the dayworkers trickled in. Each, in turn, gave a firm handshake, and introduced themselves.
When the last kid beared down on my hand, and offered up a long winded introduction, including his family, what highschool he'd dropped out of, what two horses he'd brought & who was paying him to ride them... On and on. I could not take it. But, I told him my name, and that he'd have to excuse me. Told him I'd had too much coffee. In reality, he had literally squeezed the p*ss out of me.
Doing my best to keep up appearances, I mounted up right away, before anyone noticed how stiff & sore I really was. When I tipped my hat to the owner's bride, I was careful not to actually show the top of my head. Instead of socializing, I opted to go warm up my horse.
I recognized several horses, as I looked around. I've never been good at remembering people, but a horse, I never forget. I had sold six of the horses that were in the pen. So, most of these guys probably already knew who I am.
When the work began, the hired hand was trying to sort the calves, from the cows. His big ol' roan took up most of the gate, but the calves were just squirting by him on both sides. So, my little gold mare & I took over. She was born & bred for that task. Just business, as usual for us, diving & sliding back and forth. Kinda like a hockey goalie, stopping 285 pucks, rapid fire. I had taken over, and you could see the relief in the faces of the young owner & his bride. And, I'd loosened up a bit.
Once the fires were lit, I relied on muscle memory to flank the first set. I hit a good rhythm, and didn't struggle, at all. I roped the second set. my little mare showed some real finesse, giving me perfect position for shot after shot. Then, I flanked for two more sets. The final set was last year's late calves. They were big, some over 500 pounds. Even with the smallest horse, I was asked to rope, again. One neighbor and myself put on a show. By the end, I was reaching out 40 to fifty feet, to steal shots at these big calves. The old patriarch had branded every calf, without saying a damn thing. But even he was hooting n hollering.
When all was done, the young bride came up to pay me. She gave me full day's cowboy wage, $100. She thanked me, her and the owner said they'd definitely have more work for me. Also said they really liked my horses, and they would be in the market for next year's colt crop.
As we strolled up the hill, to eat lunch, the neighbor asked where I'd learned to use my long rope. (I use a 70' rope, while most use ropes half that.) Come to find out, we had worked for different divisions of the same ranch, back in the mid 90's. The young owner & bride looked at each other, for a minute, obviously shocked.
The neighbor, and I swapped stories about a few places we'd worked, life on the chuck wagon.. "back in my wilder days", kinda thing. I mentioned that I'd flanked calves in the very same pen we'd used that day, back in '94. I had came with my Dad, on my day off. I was working at a feedyard, and my Dad was working for their neighbor. The old patriarch, (with his hearing aids finally working, away from the bawling cows,) finally piped up, laughing. "That "skinny kid" you hired from the last branding, is the same kid I hired, when you were still in diapers!" Turned out the young bride is heiress to a pretty good sized ranch. The young owner had married the rancher's granddaughter, and they were taking over.
I'd pulled it off. Clean shaven, with my hat on, not a one of them would've guessed I was over 25, much less 40. I hadn't allowed my age to prevent me from getting back in the game. The neighbor asked me to cancel on a previous branding engagement, for his.
Old farts for the win!
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Goodmorning OFC. Coffee and j in hand. @GoldNBoy this post has me feeling optimistic and better about my day. Really changed the way I was feeling for the better. Nice one bro. Puff puff pass. Have a great day all!!
 
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GoldNBoy said:
After Monday's high wore off, I was sore as I've ever been. I couldn't even open my hands Tuesday morning. By evening, I was seriously considering not going the next day. But, I had agreed to be there, and saddled up anyway. I drove an hour & a half, and blazed the whole way.
First to arrive, the owners & their hired hand weren't even saddled up, yet. The old patriarch came out of the big ranch house, but didn't say anything. A couple neighbors came. Then the rest of the dayworkers trickled in. Each, in turn, gave a firm handshake, and introduced themselves.
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And that's what separates the Men from the boys...
 
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Got a bad rumor confirmed yesterday at the watering hole. Looks like the Cloverleaf is closing up. Big paperwork snafu followed up by the dead owner's son deciding to re-negotiate the contract with the new owners that'll put an extra 150K in his pocket (yeah, right).
General consensus is that half the regulars are heading down the road, and the other half are heading to the Nightcap, which, eight owners ago, was Lasota's. Nick's place was the first time I ever tasted draft beer at the tender age of 15. Large draft was a quarter, and a short draft was a dine. Only took a dollar to send a kid to drivers ed drunk as a skunk! Funny how things change, just to return.
 
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