My granddad's pickup truck.

When I was a boy, I spent every summer helping him at the ranch.

That old pickup had a smell of it's own, and I loved it! smile

Smelled like oak leaves, cow cubes, smoking tobacco, leather, and cattle.

Opening day of deer season each year, he'd get me up about 4am, and before daylight, we'd be at the cattle guard going into the ranch.

That old pickup still smelled great, and even had a fall/deer season hint added on opening morning!

Wish I still had that old pickup...


Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla!