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Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

I have mentioned before, gentle readers that when I write this column, I feel as if I am writing a family letter. I know that there are some of you that are faithful readers and have been for many years. For that I am grateful and humbled. So, here’s the latest from the O-NO Ranch.

Summer was late in it’s arrival but brother when it got here … you talk about hot and dry. I had to ship the handful of steers after only 88 days of grazing. Yep, I ran out of grass and they had done as good as they were going to do. Actually, they gained 248 pounds in those 88 days. That’s 2.8 pounds a day! Not too bad for a little grass outfit. Ole Joe, the owner of the steers was more than pleased.

I mentioned a while back that there was to be an oil well drilled just outside my front door, however, on a different section of land. Well, they got that big ole rig set up last week and they are drilling away. My neighbors and I are hoping that they hit a good well as it might benefit us sometime in the future as we all would like to have a well on our section. When I said it was a big rig, I believe that it took over 50 trucks to deliver every piece and partial to the location site.

I did get a little shower this morning and it appears, according to the Cheyenne radio station that it could rain off and on for a good part of the day. I was out yesterday on the tractor draggin’ up cactus with my blade as it’s starting to take over a small portion of my lower pasture. It works better than you might think. You have to drag one way and then go back and drag the opposite direction to get most of it out of the ground. I then load it up in the bucket and dump it in a pile here and there.

My granddaughter Kailee and I took the ponies for a ride the other day. She is about to turn 12 and is just growing up too darn fast for this ole grandpa. We discussed the new school year, math and then our ponies. Fun, fun, fun!

It will be time to clean out the chimney and order a load of firewood before long.

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I’m trying to get in as much time on the Harley these days as I can. A few days ago I had my biker “costume” on and was entering the post office to get the mail. I had riden the bike into town as I often do for little chores. There was a real little “cutie” coming out of the post office and she smiled and held the door open for me. My throat and mouth were extremely dry and the best “thank you” I could muster up sounded like a 8-year-old boy. That was humiliating to say the least when I was trying to be at my manly best. God does have a sense of humor.

That’s it children for this family letter. Hope your Labor Day was safe and fun.

Stay tuned, check yer cinch and I’ll c. y’all, all y’all.