{"id":21564,"date":"2024-10-16T00:01:19","date_gmt":"2024-10-16T06:01:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=21564"},"modified":"2024-10-15T20:04:09","modified_gmt":"2024-10-16T02:04:09","slug":"when-gene-kicked-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2024\/10\/16\/when-gene-kicked-in\/","title":{"rendered":"When Gene Kicked In"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_20768\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-20768\" style=\"width: 253px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-20768\" src=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy-253x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"253\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy-253x300.jpeg 253w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy-150x178.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy-300x356.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy-354x420.jpeg 354w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/04\/Bryce-Angell-PROOF-38-copy.jpeg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 253px) 100vw, 253px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-20768\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bryce Angell &#8211; 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<p>Shoeing time comes all too soon. I always dread the day. So I picked out one good sorrel who\u2019d be easy all the way.<br \/>\nThe sorrel never misbehaved while nailing on horseshoes. I used to think, while shoeing her, I could prob\u2019ly take a snooze.<br \/>\nI commenced to shoe the sorrel, scraped the hoof till it was clean. That\u2019s when I heard the raspy voice. Looked up and there was Gene.<br \/>\nGene made his presence early on a Sunday afternoon and promptly won the title of the neighborhood buffoon.<br \/>\nHe weren\u2019t a bit religious but he always called me brother. He could talk your ear off then he\u2019d promptly start in on the other.<br \/>\nHe said, \u201cI saw you out here slapping on a few horseshoes. I\u2019m here to spend some time and give advice that you could use.\u201d<br \/>\nWhen it came to nailing horseshoes Gene was way out of his league. He asked me what the shoes looked like and how much glue we\u2019d need.<br \/>\nI told him he could help if he\u2019d stand back and hand me tools. I\u2019d bet if you searched Webster you\u2019d see my picture next to fools.<br \/>\nSo, again I reached the sorrel\u2019s foot, pulled it up between my knees. She lost her footing, jerked on back. Her foot pulled from my squeeze.<br \/>\nI must have hollered whoa, then Gene the looney, crazy nut, stepped right next to the sorrel and he kicked her in the gut.<br \/>\nHis stunt was unbelievable. Even for a goof like Gene. \u2018Cuz what he did was as crazy as screen doors in a submarine.<br \/>\nGene scared the sorrel half to death. She flung me with her nose. I crashed down like a burlap sack filled with potatoes.<br \/>\nI landed on my back, all I could see was thrashing hooves. I tried to find my wits while dodging all the sorrel\u2019s moves.<br \/>\nAt last the sorrel took off running. Gene offered me a hand. But the words I soundly blessed him with surely shook the Motherland.<br \/>\nGene rode off on his chopper. Haven\u2019t seen a hair of him. And I won\u2019t be soon forgetting the day when Gene kicked in.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shoeing time comes all too soon. I always dread the day. So I picked out one good sorrel who\u2019d be easy all the way. The sorrel never misbehaved while nailing on horseshoes. I used to think, while shoeing her, I could prob\u2019ly take a snooze. I commenced to shoe the sorrel, scraped the hoof till [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2,80],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-21564","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary","8":"category-heritage"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21564"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21568,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21564\/revisions\/21568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}