If Old Pickups Could Talk

If Old Pickups Could Talk

Ben and I took a fishing and talking trip to the mountains several years ago. While driving through the Texas Panhandle, we passed an old pickup left in a pasture along the road. I’ve lately been thinking about that old pickup and got to wondering about the roads it traveled and the kinds of things it might say if it could talk. I imagine it saying things like … “You know that I was built to work, right?” “I burn the gas just as good off the bottom of the tank as the top.” “The sun feels good, but too…
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Raising Livestock and Shooting Doves off the Back Porch

Raising Livestock and Shooting Doves off the Back Porch

Have you ever come out of the house early in the morning with dew on the grass, a nip in the air, and a job of work to do that you know will be hard but you want to do anyway? A job not unlike what your great grandpa might have done, or his great grandpa before him? A job that connects you with the land and the cattle that depend on it, for their very existence? Not many do. And fewer and fewer will as time goes on. I have, in a small way. It’s what led me to…
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I am from…

I am from blackberry stained baseball caps, pickup trucks, and opportunity. From the piney woods to peaches and live oaks... and prickly pear. The setting sun, the next rise, and trips to the sale barn. Hot days bringing in the hay, and cold days putting it out again.  The Navasota River bottom… whitetails, the unrivaled comfort of fires … just the right size … at just the right time, where I first experienced that intoxicating taste of being trusted… what it means to be a man. The approval of a hero.  Ideas pondered during hours and hours on a tractor……
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