{"id":22192,"date":"2025-04-02T00:05:12","date_gmt":"2025-04-02T06:05:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=22192"},"modified":"2025-03-31T14:06:32","modified_gmt":"2025-03-31T20:06:32","slug":"young-mans-date","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2025\/04\/02\/young-mans-date\/","title":{"rendered":"Young Man\u2019s Date"},"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 year was 1942. He\u2019d barely turned eighteen. The February snowdrifts were like none he\u2019d ever seen.<\/p>\n

The boy, turned man, now had a gal who lived three miles away. So he hooked his dogsled to old Jake and soon were on their way.<\/p>\n

The young man and his one-dog team then made the best of time. Even though the last few yards were all an uphill climb.<\/p>\n

His girlfriend was a portly gal. She sat down on the sleigh. The young man hollered, \u201cJake,\u201d and they were sleigh-bound for the day.<\/p>\n

The three of them were sailing. hey were sliding down the hill. But when they hit the level ground, the sleigh was standing still.<\/p>\n

So, the young man and his sled dog pushed and pulled till out of breath. While the young gal on the sleigh was almost frozen half to death.<\/p>\n

The young man started wondering if a gal is worth the work. He thought about his father\u2019s words, \u201cThey\u2019ll drive you plumb berserk!\u201d<\/p>\n

The time seemed like forever till they reached his family\u2019s farm. He walked his girl into the house. Inside she\u2019d find it warm.<\/p>\n

Hot cocoa and fresh donuts had been laid out by the fire. That day the young man fell in love. He couldn\u2019t feel much higher.<\/p>\n

But the young man didn\u2019t have the strength to push his gal back home. And Jake had disappeared, so he\u2019d be pushing all alone.<\/p>\n

So the young man hitched up Tuck and Molly to the family sleigh. He\u2019d need to make the best of time, not much left of the day.<\/p>\n

He grabbed some hot rocks from the fire and blankets off the rack. Old Jake had reappeared and he had hopped up on the back.<\/p>\n

The young man wrapped his girlfriend like an overstuffed cocoon. Then hollered, \u201cTuck and Molly\u201d \u2014 had to get her home real soon.<\/p>\n

He walked his girl up to the door. Her father in plain sight. He turned the team and hollered, \u201cHaw.\u201d Then drove into the night.<\/p>\n

Jake snuggled to the young man. They would keep each other warm until the sleigh and riders would reach the family farm.<\/p>\n

Alas, the young man was bone tired. He went where dreams can roam.<\/p>\n

Then woke up parked next to the barn. Tuck and Molly drove him home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The year was 1942. He\u2019d barely turned eighteen. The February snowdrifts were like none he\u2019d ever seen. The boy, turned man, now had a gal who lived three miles away. So he hooked his dogsled to old Jake and soon were on their way. The young man and his one-dog team then made the best […]<\/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-22192","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\/22192","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=22192"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22193,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22192\/revisions\/22193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}