Country Lifestyles
Cowboy Culture — Cowboy Forts and Wagon Races
By Clay Reid
Not so long ago, kids did not have the luxury of having these fancy games and phones everybody has these days. Xbox, PlayStation and such were unheard of during my day. So we had to make our own PlayStations and come up with our own brand of entertainment with a deal called “imagination.” The good thing was my imagination was awesome.
Sometimes it was a little too awesome as my mama would say. In 1979 my mama had had enough of my imagination, I suppose, and kicked me and my siblings out at my dad’s house in Wichita Falls.
I guess she needed a break from dealing with us hoodlum children, and I can’t say that I blame her. We weren’t no easy raising, I can assure you. (I painted her hair orange with a can of spray paint one time while she slept).
Anyway, shortly after she kicked us out, a tornado came through and wiped out half of Wichita Falls. I promise I had nothing to do with it. You can get me on a lot of things, but you can’t pin that one on me. When that tornado came through there, I saw it do some things that just can’t be explained, and it put the fear of God in me. The next day I went to building me a place to hide just in case it showed up again.
Out behind our house there was a bit of a hill and about 10 acres of scattered mesquite pasture. It was at the top of this hill where I started digging. I dug, I dug and I dug some more, until finally I had a six-foot by six-foot hole in the ground. Then I went and drug up some old lumber and put a roof on it and shazam! I now had a redneck cellar built for ol’ Johnny Clay.
I was so proud of that hole until about a week later a big ol’ rain came through and it turned my cellar into a swimming pool. Some of the neighborhood rugrats laughed, but I told them that if another one of them big giant tornados came through, I didn’t care how much water that hole had in it, I would be jumping in and taking my chances with drowning. I am a vey good swimmer.
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By Lacey Vilhauer
Ingredients:
1-2 cups vegetable oil
½ cup diced white onion
2 tsp minced garlic
½ TBSP chili powder
¼ tsp oregano
½ tsp ground cumin
1 lb. ground beef
1 tsp salt
½ tsp black pepper
½ to a full can of Rotel tomatoes and green chilis
8 (burrito-sized) flour tortillas, warmed
2 cups shredded Monterey Jack cheese
Toppings: salsa, sour cream, guacamole, queso
Directions:
Brown hamburger meat and onions in a large skillet until onions are slightly softened. Add in garlic chili powder, oregano and cumin. Stir and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Season with salt and pepper. Stir in Rotel. Cook and stir another five minutes. Set aside.
Warm tortillas in the microwave. On each tortilla, place about ½ cup of meat mixture. Do not overfill. Top with shredded cheese. Fold sides over the meat and cheese, then fold bottom over the sides and roll up. Place all folded chimichangas, seam side down, on a large plate and repeat with remaining tortillas.
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By Dal Houston
I am terribly saddened by all the argumentative discourse that seems to be going on in today’s world. It seems as though it is no longer enough just to disagree on certain issues. We are expected to classify someone as an enemy if they do not always agree with us on all issues, lest we be considered weak.
To make things even worse, because those who disagree with you are now considered enemies, the sentiment seems to be that it is only fair and proper to destroy them, because they are the enemy, again with the fear of ridicule for being weak if we do not fight.
With all that said, and seemingly unrelated, I am a big John Wayne fan. From watching him dive into his role as a cowboy, to marveling at his time portraying a soldier or appreciating his acting gig as a sailor, there is seldom a week that goes by without me watching at least one
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By Martha Crump
That old adage, “What you don’t know won’t hurt you.,” may have some basis in truth when applied to minor situations. However, when what you don’t know is presented in the form of a “Trojan Horse” and is what amounts to an incredible attempt to fleece American property rights, it becomes a different story altogether.
To put this unbelievable tale together, we need to step back to Joe Biden’s 2021 Executive Order which pledged commitment to help restore balance on public lands and waters, to create jobs, and to provide a path to align the management of America’s public lands and waters with our nation’s climate, conservation, and clean energy goals.
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