Tales from the O-NO Ranch 30th Edition
September 21, 2010
Thirty years ago, gentle readers, I still had hair. Thirty years ago I was still ridin’ rank horses and ridin’ herd on a crew of cowboys and a few thousand head of cattle. Thirty years ago is a long, long time when you stop and think about what you were doin’ 30 years ago. Thirty years ago this fine paper, the Fence Post, had just started on a very small scale.
Back down in Texas when I was ridin’ out on a September morn to doctor wheat pasture cattle, I had no idea I would wind up a columnist for this paper. No idea. If I had been told that was going to happen I don’t know what I would have thought. I had a lot going on in my life. Besides the ranch, I had two kiddos in school and involved in all sorts of activities, a beautiful wife at home that needed more of my time. I was teaching a Sunday school class for pre teens, president of the local Farm Bureau and had all sorts of demands coming from different segments of the community. A writer? Probably not for me. What would I write about?
At present I have been writing this column for a little over 20 years and have been amazed that I have anything left to say at all. Life has it’s own way of making column material available to me. One of my favorite experiences was when the feds requested the use of one of my columns. It happened this way: I had written a column about words. What exactly do words mean? Does mean mean that you are mean or does it mean something else. Remember that one? Anyhoo, this DEA agent called me from Quantico, Va., and said that he was a regular reader of the Fence Post and of my column and wanted to know if he could use my column in one of his classes. It seems he taught new FBI and DEA (drug enforcement agents) how to investigate and interview folks. He thought my play on words would give an interesting view of the subject. Of course I gave him permission. My next column had to do with “when the best the USA has to offer up comes to Mad Jack for advice,” this country is goin’ to hell in a hand basket.
I have really enjoyed these past years writing for this wonderful paper. I have to tell ya that I am amazed at how anyone is able to put together over 200 pages every week and make it so professional and entertaining. Fence Post, you hang in there and just keep doin’ what ya been doin’. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it!
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya. By the way, folks, thanks for taking time out of your day to read my musings.