{"id":17705,"date":"2022-04-06T00:24:59","date_gmt":"2022-04-06T00:24:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=17705"},"modified":"2022-04-05T19:26:02","modified_gmt":"2022-04-05T19:26:02","slug":"dont-spare-the-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2022\/04\/06\/dont-spare-the-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Don\u2019t Spare The Words"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My friend and I were looking for a quiet place to eat. We\u2019d sold the cows and grabbed our check. Our day was near complete.<\/p>\n

We\u2019d driven my old Chevy \u2018bout two hundred miles from home. We hadn\u2019t seen a bath and neither head had used a comb.<\/p>\n

A hint of cow manure was rising up from both our boots. We fit the picture of two worn-out, hungry cowboy coots.<\/p>\n

We both preferred The Coffee Shop, at home so far away. But we settled for a fancy inn that advertised \u201cBuffet.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ma\u00eetre d\u2019 looked down on us. Said, \u201cMove along, old men.\u201d His voice spoke with authority so moving was our plan.<\/p>\n

But our legs were sore and swollen and they showed the years of wear. We sure don\u2019t break no record speed when using old Shank\u2019s Mare.<\/p>\n

I looked the young man straight ahead, then gave him my stink-eye. I said, \u201cWe don\u2019t mean much to you and think I know just why.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re primping in a new blue suit. Your beak at 45. No one has taught you manners, yet respect is still alive.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, let this old man tell you just how much you oughta know. And maybe if you\u2019re smart enough you\u2019ll use this chance to grow.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe beef, which you\u2019ve been serving here, is more than chunks of meat. Before they were a tenderloin, they walked on all four feet.\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy friend and I raise beef, you know. Try kicking that about. I doubt you know that cows eat hay and where the crap comes out.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe spuds you place beside the meat are usually mashed or fried. They\u2019re grown by men who work the land and raise their crops with pride.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis job you now rely on, son, depends on men like us. Not to mention all the food you eat. Consider that a plus!<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, when you call us old men, youngster, do it with a smile. And keep your fingers crossed that we\u2019ll be raising beef awhile.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry that our boots are kinda grungy, in a way. But tonight we\u2019ll both be dining at your fancy food buffet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span>\u2013 Bryce Angell<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Bryce Angell<\/i><\/b> – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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