Ya gotta love fall.
When the pre-dawn morn has a bit of "nip" in the temperature and the elm and spanish oak leaves start to blossom in a palette of varying hues...well the old fat boy's neck starts to swell, his fur thickens, and the thought of hot chile is never far away.
The autumnal equinox inevitably tilts ole mother earth on its axis in a manner that shifts the mercury to the lesser side along with our daylight hours.
Course the resident ranch bucks ain't read that on Wikipedia like your dumass blog writer so they just know that the acorns are falling from the sky like theater popcorn and them dang does are startin' to look pretty gosh-awful fancyful?????
Yep, the Tin Star venison herd is headed toward "rut" like a meteor shower in a small dark closet and the bell has clearly "RUNG" for the courtship dance to begin!
Ah to be young again and experience the exhilaration of teenage feminine pursuit....Oh hell nah, wouldn't live that life again fer love nor money?????
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Nor would I!
times wuz tuff, back then and in "that" pursuit,,waddunit?
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