Well, me & The Redhead have been gettin' along pretty well. To continue with the previous rodeo metaphor, not only did she not buck me off into the barb-wire fence (that's pronounced "bobwirefants" here in west Texas) turns out she was pretty well saddle-broke and bridle-wise already.
We had that conversation a while back where we was sittin' on the couch and she sez, "Maybe we could get married." And I said, "Well, that's a fine idea, but who'd have us?" Which made her laugh, which is a good sign, I figger.
But it's not a bad idea, so last weekend I decided it was proper to put a ring on her finger just and sorta make an honest woman out of her. Which I guess means we is engaged, although neither one of us is really interested in tying the knot formally for a good long while... two previous bad rodeos for each of us makes that step seem a mite drastic for now.
We've met each other's kids, which isn't that easy a deal, since we was both briefly hitched to poor mounts in our second rodeos, and the kids were a mite leery of the prospect of another one... but mine have all met her and love her, and hers have mostly all met me and allow as I don't smell so bad, so that's one less thing to worry about. My elder daughter is pizzed that she's not engaged yet, but short of me holdin' a shotgun to her boyfriend's head to get her rodeo launched, I don't see there's much I can do about that, so I ain't gonna worry about it.
Anyways, that's the news. Now let's get back to regular business. I got to go to the range and work out loads for my new 9.3X74R double.
Next week will be 30 years. She's almost, just-a-bout, kinda sorta getting close to thinking about seeing things the way I do, almost, maybe. Well, not exactly.
Congrats Doc! Cannot fathom what going through a "bad rodeo or two" would be like.
Hope you never do.
And a hearty CONGRATS to you both from NW Arkansas.
Re: Raeford's sentiments . . . My bride and I have been together for a bit over 39 years and married for 38 3/4 of them. Don't know if I could handle a 2nd rodeo if something happened to us. I'd miss her too much and I'm too set in my ways to try to break-in another .
BTW - my bride used to be a redhead, but now she's a silver fox - guess it worked out for us . . . at least so far.
Doc, congrat's on relationship building. The best to both of you.
On another note, I had a Chapuis double in 9.3x74 and it is a delightful cartridge and was in a classy platform even though rather pedestrian as double rifles go. It's sort of a "375 H&H on a mild sedative." Sure took care of an American bison in fine fashion.
Well, me & The Redhead have been gettin' along pretty well. To continue with the previous rodeo metaphor, not only did she not buck me off into the barb-wire fence (that's pronounced "bobwirefants" here in west Texas) turns out she was pretty well saddle-broke and bridle-wise already.
We had that conversation a while back where we was sittin' on the couch and she sez, "Maybe we could get married." And I said, "Well, that's a fine idea, but who'd have us?" Which made her laugh, which is a good sign, I figger.
But it's not a bad idea, so last weekend I decided it was proper to put a ring on her finger just and sorta make an honest woman out of her. Which I guess means we is engaged, although neither one of us is really interested in tying the knot formally for a good long while... two previous bad rodeos for each of us makes that step seem a mite drastic for now.
We've met each other's kids, which isn't that easy a deal, since we was both briefly hitched to poor mounts in our second rodeos, and the kids were a mite leery of the prospect of another one... but mine have all met her and love her, and hers have mostly all met me and allow as I don't smell so bad, so that's one less thing to worry about. My elder daughter is pizzed that she's not engaged yet, but short of me holdin' a shotgun to her boyfriend's head to get her rodeo launched, I don't see there's much I can do about that, so I ain't gonna worry about it.
Anyways, that's the news. Now let's get back to regular business. I got to go to the range and work out loads for my new 9.3X74R double.
Congrats Doc, couldn't have happened to a finer gentleman. I wish you and her the best of times.
Ya know my wife have had this discussion a few times over the years. Whilst we are happy as chitt in marriage, if one of us dropped dead tomorrow what? Me, I would hole up at the place in the mountains of north Idaho and not consider a marriage at all. She would bounce between the place in the Hill Country and north Idaho and fend of those chasing her.
284... it's OK to ask. I met her a while ago. Here in west Texas. She's a natural-born Texan, an Austin native as it happens, but hasn't lived there since she was 18. That's all I got to share.
I'm coming into this pretty late, so I'm not reading 10 pages o comments and I'll need pictures to verify. Send direct, this bunch don't deserve to see 'em!
), and let the kids deal with their own crap (they are "grown", right?).
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