So I was invited to meet some neighbors this afternoon and pop a few caps. D&L would be there, and J&H, and maybe a couple of others. We met at J&H’s hacienda, then convoyed a few hundred yards to the very nice range our cop neighbor had built. The “couple of others” turned out to be Dave the UPS driver – who I expect pretty much everybody in the nearby little town knows – and his wife.
D the UPS D does a lot of delivery business with J&H, who run a business out of their house. He’d planned a series of surprises for her, starting with a horseback ride in the boonies. She didn’t know why he was dragging her to the back of beyond and he wouldn’t tell her until they got to J&H’s, where they’ve got a bunch of well-trained horses. She was happy as a well-fed elf as she mounted one of H’s beautiful little mares. H had the mean-ass stallion that she rides on endurance races, and together they went off down the wash. We wouldn’t see them again for a couple of hours.
The rest of us were pretty much done shooting when they met us at the range, where she got her next surprise, a cute little S&W LadySmith revolver. Again she was the picture of delight, blazing away at our resident JBT’s reactive targets. Altogether a sweet scene. I’ve known D the UPS D for a couple of years now, and a nicer fellow never lived. It was very pleasant to be able to play a part in his gifts to his wife.
So I spent a pleasant afternoon away from the ridge today. The weather cooperated, and a lovely time was had by all. I’m tired and hungry, and looking with dismay at all the clean-up I’ve got to do. A little disorder goes a long way in the lair, I’m afraid, and I’ve got guns to clean.
Sounds like you had a nice day in the desert. Yeah, people livin that way have a different life.
Just got turned on to your blog. Never did this before and frankly don’t like the idea of having to join or sign up for google. Seems like a big brother thing.
If I can somehow post without joining goodle I will share my desert stories and dog stuff too.
Well, starting a blogspot blog doesn’t require much in the way of personal info. I’m a privacy freak myself – you may have noticed 🙂 – but didn’t find anything in the process particularly distressing.
OK. Maybe I am missing something. Google is real big. Big enough to have satellites that shoot pictures of buildings of almost everywhere (not where I live though). So to let them have an email address? I am not hiding anything but uncomfortable about who has the ability to find out anything about me. Like you. So we know your name
You sure have some interesting stuff going on. I like the simplicity and majorly the dogs that own you. They are cool. They speak a language called truth and to the point. Not allot of word BS flying around.