old cowboys never die
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- SilverFJ
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old cowboys never die
but the young ones do
I'm not even sure if this is the right place to put it, but it's 2:36a.m. at this very moment. I'm very high up right on the continental divide in a small southwest Montana town you've never heard of, which is being blanketed by a snowstorm. I live with my brother, who's in the other end of the place snoring his *** off peacefully. I, however, couldn't sleep, and with nobody to talk to, I got on the computer and went to this website to get some relief, and maybe I won't even submit this message. I've to feed 800 head starting at 5:00a.m. so I don't think I'll be getting any sleep.
My best friend of 15 years is now no longer with me. In an attempt to hitch-hike 180 something miles to Missoula yesterday to go see some friends, he was struck by a semi, and needless to say, didn't make it. This is the exact same way my other good friend died last year (except he was hit in Seattle trying to hitch) and now I'm the only in my triad left alive. I have my brother, but those of you from cow towns know things run deep and separate. My parents are gone, my friends are gone. Now I know why those old cowboys that show up at the tavern come in alone and never talk, they just sit there and stare at their drink, it's 'cause their friends are all gone, and they were the only ones tough enough to still be around.
They can barely get out of bed from old rodeo wounds, their wives left them long ago, they live in little shacks and trailers, and're haunted by memories they should have died with before they could get to them.
I'm not sure if I want that.
But here's the last picture I had with him (1985-2010)...
he's on the right, I'm on the left. We were drinking vodka strictly for the reason that it makes us both crazy. He was the biggest, toughest, most steel-spined bull-rider with the softest heart that it took an entire semi to kill him.
I don't want sympathy, I just needed to say this, or type this, somewhere. Right now he's finally finding out what it's like to ride a drop of rain.
peace for today
I'm not even sure if this is the right place to put it, but it's 2:36a.m. at this very moment. I'm very high up right on the continental divide in a small southwest Montana town you've never heard of, which is being blanketed by a snowstorm. I live with my brother, who's in the other end of the place snoring his *** off peacefully. I, however, couldn't sleep, and with nobody to talk to, I got on the computer and went to this website to get some relief, and maybe I won't even submit this message. I've to feed 800 head starting at 5:00a.m. so I don't think I'll be getting any sleep.
My best friend of 15 years is now no longer with me. In an attempt to hitch-hike 180 something miles to Missoula yesterday to go see some friends, he was struck by a semi, and needless to say, didn't make it. This is the exact same way my other good friend died last year (except he was hit in Seattle trying to hitch) and now I'm the only in my triad left alive. I have my brother, but those of you from cow towns know things run deep and separate. My parents are gone, my friends are gone. Now I know why those old cowboys that show up at the tavern come in alone and never talk, they just sit there and stare at their drink, it's 'cause their friends are all gone, and they were the only ones tough enough to still be around.
They can barely get out of bed from old rodeo wounds, their wives left them long ago, they live in little shacks and trailers, and're haunted by memories they should have died with before they could get to them.
I'm not sure if I want that.
But here's the last picture I had with him (1985-2010)...
he's on the right, I'm on the left. We were drinking vodka strictly for the reason that it makes us both crazy. He was the biggest, toughest, most steel-spined bull-rider with the softest heart that it took an entire semi to kill him.
I don't want sympathy, I just needed to say this, or type this, somewhere. Right now he's finally finding out what it's like to ride a drop of rain.
peace for today
- CDN_Merlin
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Re: old cowboys never die
Sorry to hear about it. My condolences.
Bet I've heard of it. I'm in "Spud land" and was raised in northern Wyo.SilverFJ wrote:... I'm very high up right on the continental divide in a small southwest Montana town you've never heard of, which is being blanketed by a snowstorm. ...
Rexburg, Greybull
I've driven through Dillon quite a few times when I was going to or from Idaho and Wyo during the winter whenever Gallatin canyon north of West Yellowstone was closed or seriously bad. I'd go up from Wyo to Laurel, then Bozeman. If roads were bad I'd continue to Whitehall, then drop down to Dillon and take I15 the rest of the way.
Always enjoyed the drive, even though it was a bit long.
Hit a deer just outside of Whitehall at about 5:30am on New Years Day one year. Put the radiator into the fan. No shops or stores open that day ... but we (had a buddy with me that time) still made it to Greybull that same day. A guy there was a collector of similar cars and let us get the parts we needed so long as I paid him back when I got paid next. You just don't meet that kind of neighborly people anymore.
I've driven through Dillon quite a few times when I was going to or from Idaho and Wyo during the winter whenever Gallatin canyon north of West Yellowstone was closed or seriously bad. I'd go up from Wyo to Laurel, then Bozeman. If roads were bad I'd continue to Whitehall, then drop down to Dillon and take I15 the rest of the way.
Always enjoyed the drive, even though it was a bit long.
Hit a deer just outside of Whitehall at about 5:30am on New Years Day one year. Put the radiator into the fan. No shops or stores open that day ... but we (had a buddy with me that time) still made it to Greybull that same day. A guy there was a collector of similar cars and let us get the parts we needed so long as I paid him back when I got paid next. You just don't meet that kind of neighborly people anymore.