Building the Tin Star Ranch infrastructure has been a labor of love for the ranch hand and his beautiful bride.
Anything from clearing brush to erecting the bunk house has felt like an investment in future soul satisfying pleasure.
This week the ole fat boy started on a back yard bullshit arena.
The Rusty Spur Saloon now boasts massive frame timbers and will soon have a roof of reclaimed barn tin. Add a few comfort appurtenances and let the good times roll!
The aforementioned bride done called dibs on polishing that puppy off with some old rusty kerosene lantern lights. Ya gotta reckon she will follow with a barnwood adorned cooler for adult beverages, audio speakers to facilitate country western honky-tonk, and 'nuff antique cowboy crap to sink a battle ship?
Now pass an old man a cold one, please.
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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I wanna buy a ticket to the Rusty Spur... post some pics, dang-it.
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