{"id":21724,"date":"2024-11-27T00:37:22","date_gmt":"2024-11-27T07:37:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=21724"},"modified":"2024-11-25T15:39:33","modified_gmt":"2024-11-25T22:39:33","slug":"hitched-over-turkey-and-booze","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2024\/11\/27\/hitched-over-turkey-and-booze\/","title":{"rendered":"Hitched Over Turkey And Booze"},"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

The widow O\u2019Bryan had her eye on Hank, but Hank was a bachelor confessed. His job at the Double Halo A Ranch kept him busy, more than the rest.<\/p>\n

Hank was not flirtatious. His life was the ranch and the cows. He promised to stay a lone cowboy. And never take the vows.<\/p>\n

Marriage seemed like shackles, he couldn\u2019t imagine the thrill. But the widow O\u2019Bryan would have her way. To her, Hank fit the bill.<\/p>\n

She really didn\u2019t know ol\u2019 Hank. No matter, just the same. \u2018Cuz to her he was available. Someday she\u2019d wear his name.<\/p>\n

Thanksgiving Day was coming. She would need to make a plan. What could she do to make this cowboy want to be her man?<\/p>\n

She knew ol\u2019 Hank wouldn\u2019t pass a meal of turkey and pumpkin pie. She would invite him over for dinner, then she\u2019d snare this hunk of a guy.<\/p>\n

Hank accepted her invite, reserved and cautious, of course. Thanksgiving Day arrived, so he saddled up his horse.<\/p>\n

Now Hank was a man of punctual time. Early he did arrive. He knew too well the widow\u2019s scheme yet couldn\u2019t pass up pumpkin pie.<\/p>\n

Hank attempted conversation, to the widow preoccupied. She was sending word to a preacher who\u2019d be persuaded to take her side.<\/p>\n

The widow O\u2019Bryan pulled from the shelf her favorite whiskey blend. Then with confidence she asked, \u201cJoin me for a drink, my friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

She knew too well a festive drink with Hank would have no ebb. The cowboy was about to be in a certain widow\u2019s web.<\/p>\n

The widow wasn\u2019t gonna let Hank\u2019s whiskey glass run dry. To get him here took all her wits. There weren\u2019t any bigger fish to fry.<\/p>\n

Hank ate a bite of turkey. It was marvelous to taste. But the widow\u2019s booze caused him to lose and left him one big waste.<\/p>\n

As Hank woke up and cleared his head the widow placed the band. He was a might confused about the gold ring on his hand.<\/p>\n

Hank\u2019s head was spinning when he heard a man\u2019s voice in the room. The clergy\u2019s voice spoke out so clearly, \u201cYou may kiss the groom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well then he glimpsed the preacher who had promptly been dismissed. He was sneaking out the back door with a fifty in his fist.<\/p>\n

So if you\u2019re the only bachelor at this next Thanksgiving meal. And a preacher sits beside you, I\u2019d stand up and turn to heel!<\/p>\n

\u2014 Bryce Angell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The widow O\u2019Bryan had her eye on Hank, but Hank was a bachelor confessed. His job at the Double Halo A Ranch kept him busy, more than the rest. Hank was not flirtatious. His life was the ranch and the cows. He promised to stay a lone cowboy. And never take the vows. Marriage seemed […]<\/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],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-21724","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21724","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=21724"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21724\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21725,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21724\/revisions\/21725"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}