I spent the past weekend trimming limbs and shredding weeds with Big Dawg on the Tin Star and that rural acreage is now purtier than pig nipples. The best part is that it should stay that way til spring.
As we pulled out of the gate to drive back to Austin yesterday, a flock of 23 wild turkeys walked along beside the fence as if to say they would watch the place for us while we were gone.
Life is good, and it will soon include our new address on County Road 208.
We feel like two kids waiting for Santa Claus to visit!
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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