Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

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April 1, 2013
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Mad Jack Hanks: Tales From The O-NO Ranch 4-1-13


I am out of the loop. I’m like a renegade steer with pinkeye that some “waddie” has tossed too large of a loop and I just ran through it and got away.

Well, gentle readers, when it comes to being in the loop of everyday communication like twitter, tweet, facebook and text and any other method of hooking up, I got away.

I’m sort of glad I got away to be quite honest with you gentle readers. I still have a land line! Yep, there is a telephone in my house that is hooked into the wall! I just recently got high speed internet and had to in order to avoid not being able to stay in touch with most of what goes on in the world. I still buy Christmas cards, birthday cards, Easter cards and I actually write little notes in them to those I love. Of course I receive the same from family members.

I really and truly do feel like a blind man turned loose in the forest with my hands secured behind my back. It’s really my own fault for not pushing myself hard enough to begin to understand how all of this works. I reckon that I am just lazy and I really don’t want to get involved with a lot of folks invading my privacy. Now I do send e-mails and that’s just about the extent of how much I want to get involved.

My cell phone is Little Miss Martha’s and I just keep it for emergencies. It’s only used when I have a break down or in some cases call someone to get directions. I get lost real easy! Usually if I have a date and don’t know exactly where the lass lives, I will look up her address on the map in the phone book and drive by earlier in the day just so I don’t get lost! No GPS in my car or pickup. I most likely wouldn’t even know how to use it if I did. Sad ain’t it?

Yep, I reckon I’m just an old dinosaur that flatly refuses to change. I used to ride the high country over on the western slope in the summers checking on the bovines under my charge. The whisper of a soft breeze softly blowin’ through the “quakies” or the bugle of an elk in the distance or an eagle soaring overhead and letting you know he’s up there is all a man needs to communicate.

Honestly, children, me thinks that too many folks too much of the time are abducted by that little black gadget that they keep so close and they just can’t escape!

That being said, remember to stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, stand tall for what you believe and I’ll c y’all, all y’all. ❖




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