Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 8-29-11 | TheFencePost.com

Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 8-29-11

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

Gentle readers, there was a time when I had hair.

There was a time when I sorta wanted my ole pony to buck a little (only if there was a witness should I happen to have a good bronc ride).

There was a time when my kids were little and I never realized how fast they would grow up.

There was a time when I just knew that I would be the first to go over to the other side.

There was a time when I frowned on anybody that straddled a motorcycle!

There was a time when I could get outta’ bed and not have almost every joint in my body fussin’ at me.

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There was a time when I didn’t have to do a deep knee bend or two in order to step up on my pony gracefully.

Lace up shoes? You kiddin’ me Charlie Brown? There was a time that I never thought I would want to wear a pair of soft comfortable lace up walkin’ shoes when I went shoppin’ at Wally World.

Well, of course we change as we get older and we aren’t as brash as we once were. Our opinions sometimes change with age. I have gotten softer about some things and even tougher about others.

There was a time that I believed in the folks that were running this country and never thought I would see folks in power that were actually ruining it.

There was a time when I put my trust in those older and maybe wiser than myself. I trusted all men of the cloth and anyone who wore a badge of authority. As a young man in high school I watched our local sheriff visit with an old black man who was trying to water down his garage before it burned up. When the mayor and volunteer fire department showed up, the sheriff grabbed the hose away from the poor ole feller and pretended to be the man working hard to save the garage. I wondered about that. I’ve wondered ever since about human nature. I’ve wondered about egos, power and authority.

However, there was that time. I reckon it was good that I had that time, don’t you think?

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