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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

Eleven teenage cowboys saddled up to hit the trail. We broke from Turpin Meadows, never thought this trip would fail.
\nWe\u2019d planned our trip, so many nights, I\u2019d say danged near a year. My cousin was the one in charge of all the food and gear.
\nWe rode back near some twenty miles. The horses all but spent. Then set up camp and cooked the steaks inside our new cook tent.
\nThe horses were all fenced in or were tied up for the night. \u2018Twas time to sit next to the fire. A well-deserved delight.
\nWith bellies full of grub and sitting by the fire\u2019s glow, Old Mother Nature made her call. Said, \u201cTime for you to go!\u201d
\nI quizzed my cousin, \u201cToilet paper?\u201d Desperate in my plea. I won\u2019t forget his wide eyes if I live to ninety-three.
\nHe said, \u201cI plumb forgot about the toilet paper roll! Ya better start to gather leaves and dig yourself a hole.\u201d
\nThe frightful news sure traveled fast out to the camping crew. They calculated lynching but not a rope among the few.
\nSo, we gathered leaves, then hurried off, the well-known \u201cTwo Step Stride.\u201d But some leaves were too scratchy for our tender, young backside.
\nMy cousin, in his genius, said, \u201cJust head down to the lake. But don\u2019t forget your Ivory soap and scrub for goodness sake!\u201d
\nWe were finally back to normal. No more scratchy, itchy seats. Compared to leaves and grass the soap and water\u2019s hard to beat.
\nThat night, while sleeping in my bag, I heard the loudest splash. I rolled on out then headed for the lake in one fast dash.
\nThe sky was clear, the moon so bright, heard yodeling calls from loons. But on that fateful night, I swear, I witnessed two full moons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Eleven teenage cowboys saddled up to hit the trail. We broke from Turpin Meadows, never thought this trip would fail. We\u2019d planned our trip, so many nights, I\u2019d say danged near a year. My cousin was the one in charge of all the food and gear. We rode back near some twenty miles. The horses […]<\/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-22614","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\/22614","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=22614"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22615,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22614\/revisions\/22615"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}