Deer Hunting with Old Hank

Deer Hunting with Old Hank

A Cowboy Bob Blog Back this fall, I was getting ready to saddle up and get going on a fine, fall morning in the foothills of the Beartooths. The cattle had been gathered and sorted, but one more sweep of the draws and bare hills were in order to make sure we hadn’t...
Out, Damned Splotch

Out, Damned Splotch

I’m not exactly Lady MacBeth, but she and I may have the same problem. I recently did the cataract removal thing and am proud to report that I can see everything I need to see and somethings I don’t need to see, like spider webs and window smudges. Last week, I even...
Super Bowl Ramblings

Super Bowl Ramblings

The cowboy has a sign above his office door that reads: “Negative Ion Filter, the sky is not falling…you are on the right side of the dirt.” I see it every day as I wander about the house, letting Cody in or out, whatever his little heart desires. Negativity is a...
The Way It Used to Be

The Way It Used to Be

Today the cowboy and I spent time trying to find a publisher, agent, or other soul who might be interested in reading and publishing the results of our many hours of work. But I think I figured out the difficulty of finding one of these souls.  The first question...
Are You Afraid at Home?

Are You Afraid at Home?

For crying out loud, YES! I had my Medicare exam a few days ago and the doctor recited all the questions that Medicare decided were pertinent for old people, us wrinkly bits. Do you have throw rugs? Do you have trouble walking? Can you bathe...