In order to resolve technical problems, I will now be storing the stories on Audioblog.com. One result: The saturday stories are now a podcast. How cool is that? I don't know, either.
Story #6, In which Doug and Craig learn proper roping etiquette.
To hear the story, click on Doug circa 1987.
To read the story, click on Craig as he appears today:
Note, I'm having technical problems recording which is why there's static and poor delivery this week and problems with hosting so previous weeks' stories are probably down temporarily. Hopefully I'll be well by Saturday.
Today's Story will be cross-posted on Doug Drones On.
24 comments:
Aw, c'mon Actonbell, Doug deserved a good stomping for harrassing that poor calf! You know, what goes around... ;)
I do have to agree, it was a great story, Doug (Grrr!).
Great punchline!
Doug, that could happen to any of us. Now I really think you should come to Iceland. In about a month a group of people will go up the mountains and collect the sheep. We send them in the beginning of summer up there and collect them in autumn. The trip takes days (usually five) and you herd every sheep you see and take it down with you...later the sorting into farms start. It is so much fun and no ropes are involved. Only vodka and a lot of singing!!!
Terrific story. If a cow charged me, I would've frozen up. That's why I live in the city.
Love it! You have lead an adventuresome life. *envy*
Rope,n.
Babysitting devise.
Rope, v. an act performed on a dope.
I was sore and humble, Actonbell. That's real pain. Worth it if you enjoyed the story, though.
Sar, we practiced humane roping. That's what they call it when you miss.
Thanks, Aral!
Monika, I'd love that. We work on a similar principle but much more territorial. I'd love to learn a bawdy Icelandic song.
Thanks, Fred. I've learned to trust my flight instincts.
TLP, Common sense will take you far. The lack of it takes you further. Thank you for what I believe is the first Mohammed Ali reference on this site.
Lot of action again. Really love these stories. Stimulates a lot of memories of my own that I had forgotten. Thanks.
And just think, people fly all the way to Spain just to enjoy the same privilege of being trampled by cattle. At least you got PAID for it.
Hi, Patricia, I'm glad you came by and glad you weren't disappointed.
Hi, Tom. Were there calves in them?
Masil, and paid famously, too. I bet in Pamplona someone helps you up. Then again, you probably have to shower.
These stories are a kick...always glad when I stop by...
Remember the 10 Commandments? Exodus 20:17 "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's." Thou shalt not rope thy neighbor's cattle!
Spiritdancer, I'm always glad when you do, too.
Soapy, I pretty nearly didn't.
Good story. Charming self-deprecation, especially when that calf kicked you in the butt and then ran over you.
Ddmit it, Weirsdo, you've thought about it.
So you're a cowboy! Cool.
Began a photo blog attached to courting. Am obsessed with chimneys, pipes and haven't even gotten to water towers yet.
I like Smokey, a lot.
If I'm not mistaken, he's the one who kicked you in the butt. Smart horse.
By that I mean he was smart to know just where to kick a human and not cause permanent injury.
Rope: I learned that back in early American days people used to put rope around their front door frame as a sign of wealth. The thicker the rope, the wealthier the home owner. And the really wealthy ones, even put it around their windows. Bet you didn't know I was a historian.
Pia, I look forward to seeing the photoblog. Big chimney afficianado myself. I just find myself drawn to them.
Jamie Dawn, Smokie will probably turn up again. He's the only horse I've known who thought people were for entertainment. He's an excellent cowhorse, but when the workload tapered off he got the better of me every time. His measure is that he's still working cattle at 25. Probably still messin' with cowboys, too I'd wager. His picture in in my June archives.
heehee. my hero!
once as i waited at a traffic signal, a cow sauntered up to me (cows on the roads? yes, that happens here!) but coudn't get past as my car was in her way. with a crazed look in her eyes, she pressed her face against the windshield and went 'Mooooooo'. i almost died of fright
See, Karma, what you needed in that situation was a stupid cowboy for the cow to chase. Should have called me.
Rope, n. The one item that I do not want under my boyfriends bed.
I love animals , although I have no " special feelings" for cows I can understand why he might have charged you.
Nice story and I hope you weren't out and about trying to rope anything this weekend.
I can't blame him either, Alice. No, I didn't rope but I went hiking with my dogs and the gimpy beagle treed a bear cub. I'm still not too old to be in ridiculous situations, I'm happy to report.
That's a great story. I couldn't stop laughing either.
Thao! I'm delighted you dropped by and enjoyed yourself. And you're a lady who knows entertainment. Thanks.
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