I'm gonna just throw this out there right off the bat. Anyone who weighs less than 135lbs and wears glorified underwear while pedaling a bike around isn't exactly considered a "Man's Man." I like my espresso with foam, a nice gas fireplace, and I like to wear my big-collared shirts.
So when I headed out to Texas hill-country to visit some friends-of-the-family on their ranch over Christmas, I strapped on my 6-shooter, yelled a hearty "yeeeeee-hhhhaaaawwwhhh!" and leapt into the ma-in-law's leather-interiored SUV.
What would you do if you had almost 400 acres of Texas ranch land surrounding a small compound of well-appointed housing? I'd build a big bon-fire and shoot my guns in the air; that's what I'd do.
You've got to start to wonder.
Being only a little out of my element out in the "Man Cave," a place where guns, bullets, and reloaders outnumber those of a developing nation's, I opted for a safari on another one of the ranch's many toys...
- "Hey, have you guys ever played paint ball?"
- "My dad used to have a BB gun...."
- "This is a good popsicle.....red is my fave."
In my suburban "on-the-grid" world I couldn't imagine occupying such vast space between me and my next door neighbor; but I'd sure like to try. I mean, how many people can say, "I'm going to the mailbox. Be back in 20 minutes."
Thanks, T-Diddy, for a few of your photos which I used, without your permission. Well, I'm off to Steamboat Springs. All work and no play, you know? Catch you on the flip-side, my peeps...
2 comments:
You've got a little 'Mr. Rogers' thing going on in that picture of you with the coffee... not that there's anything wrong with that.
guns.... eeek.... you're a man in my book for just being around 'em. However, I do brag about my stellar aim I had during target practice on the squirrels in my dad's yard with the bb. One calk, eye through the "V," and bam! It would startle them. How mean! I am a horrible person.
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