Humm, that’s an odd title for one’s column one might be asking one’s self. Yes, it is mighty odd at that.
I threw some things together for this weeks’ column and they sure don’t have much to do with one another.
My bro down in Texas (the old country) sent me a video of a feller who decided to try and move his cows with a remote controlled toy jeep. It was about the size of a football. If you’ve spent any time around livestock, especially cattle, you know that they can be extremely curious. Anyhooo, this guy sends this little jeep out into the pasture and of course when the cows see it coming, they have no idea if it’s a predator or spaceship from Mars or what. These happen to be momma cows. They all approach the jeep on the trot to examine it. The jeep heads towards the corrals and the cattle follow it like a coyote going after the sound of a rabbit squealing. It was really fun to watch how it all came down.
I am going to have a colonoscopy next Monday (a week after you get this column) and I am not a big fan of having colonoscopies. Nope, the actual exam is not too bad it’s the part about getting your colon in the right shape for the exam. It can be an uncomfortable day and a half in preparation. This will be my third or fourth? I don’t remember. However, I don’t remember being forgetful either! I would encourage you to get one of these if you are over 50. It can save your life. I got a clean bill of health five years ago when I had the last one, but you never know. “Little Miss Martha” had a colonoscopy and got a clean bill and eight months later she had a large tumorous cancer that took her life some eight months after that. It just doesn’t make sense at times but still I encourage you to use good judgement and take care of your body, it’s the only one you will ever have in this life anyway.
Now to pistols. I decided to jump on the Harley, run into Fort Collins and buy a pair of pants that would work well in the ER at the hospital. I was wearing a pistol on my hip, gentle readers, as the law allows. As I got into the outskirts I had to slow down and stop at a red light. There was a city police officer on a side street and he spotted my gun and pulled in behind me some few cars back. Eventually he wound up right behind me and followed me until I signaled that I was turning into one of our larger sporting good stores. He slowed down but went on. I walked in the store, pistol on hip and got a few glances, some smiles but was not questioned about my gun. I made my way to the back of the store, found what I was looking for and started to head towards the front when I was approached by a man that worked there and I don’t know in what capacity. He was polite and told me that they didn’t encourage “open carry” in their stores as it made some folks a little uneasy. He said they had a sign posted but I had not seen it. He also asked if I had a concealed carry permit? I did and fumbled around until I found it and showed it to him.
“Oh, Mad Jack, he said, I knew you looked familiar and didn’t recognize you!”
“Yep, I got my biker costume on today and no cowboy hat,” I offered.
“You’re good to go, Jack, thanks for shopping with us.”
Another good Fence Post reader ... they’re everywhere, they’re everywhere!!
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, salute freedom and I’ll c y’all, all y’all.
As a side bar, I will let you know how my colonoscopy all comes out! No pun intended! ❖