Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

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March 10, 2014
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Mad Jack Hanks: Tales From The O-NO Ranch 3-10-14

Gentle readers, when was the last time you just had to holler “calf rope?” Meaning, of course that you had had enough. You give up, you surrender, ya just don’t want no more?

When I was a kid if someone, usually my older brother, got the best of me in a wrestling match or whatever, I would holler “calf rope.” I’m not really sure how that phrase came to be, just the same, that’s what we would holler.

I gotta’ tell ya, I’m hollering “calf rope” right now on this winter. I give up, I surrender, I just don’t want no more cold and snow.

There are folks all across this country, maybe you included, that feel just as I do. It’s really been one of those unusual winters. Of course we all know that it has been caused by global warming?

I hollered “calf rope” just recently when I couldn’t stop coughing and blowing my nose for days and nights and days and nights on end. Finally I gave up and went to the see the Doc and it turned out to be bronchitis. Nose bleeds, no sleep, no energy and constant coughing and blowing was about to drive me nuts. Alas, I have antibiotics and am almost back to normal. I missed a whole weekend of dancin’.

I had bronchitis when I was in Advanced Infrantry Trainning in Fort Ord, Calif. On maneuvers out in the sticks and sleeping on the ground with extremely hot days and chilly nights, I got whacked with it. Thought I was gonna’ die before I got back to base and to the base hospital. Mercy!!

There was that other time when I got disgusted with my corporate job and decided “the cowboy life” was for me. Although I was well paid and had many, many benefits. I just couldn’t stomach who I had become and where I was headed. Nope, I wasn’t doing anything wrong other than saluting the corporate flag and drinking their particular Koolaid. But that was my job and I was good at it but I felt a strong need to be on a horse making my living that way. I hollered “calf rope,” quit my job, upset my folks, confused my wife and took it on the chin for a couple of years before I felt good about my decision.

Go ahead and holler gentle readers, if you feel the need. It helps ... sometimes!

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, embrace freedom and liberty and remember to love America. I’ll c y’all, all y’all. ❖

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