{"id":22706,"date":"2025-08-20T00:33:24","date_gmt":"2025-08-20T06:33:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=22706"},"modified":"2025-08-18T14:34:11","modified_gmt":"2025-08-18T20:34:11","slug":"cowboys-playing-cards","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2025\/08\/20\/cowboys-playing-cards\/","title":{"rendered":"Cowboys  Playing Cards"},"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>We gobbled down our bread and gravy, ready for the game. One cowboy\u2019d hit the covers. \u2018Twas a doggone dirty shame.<br \/>\nWe sat around the table. Every eye was glued on me. The table top was dimly lit, too dark for me to see.<br \/>\nSo, I cranked up my old lantern. I saw hope in every eye. I dealt each player from the deck. One scowled, \u201cThe stakes are high!\u201d<br \/>\nA cowboy hollered, \u201cBefore we start, bartender pour a round.\u201d The bar-tend gave a nasty look but didn\u2019t make a sound.<br \/>\nBut then she walked on over and she poured the drinks with ease. She thumped the cowboy on the hat, said, \u201cNext time make it please.\u201d<br \/>\nThe cowboy kinda grinned cuz he was barely nine years old. His mother weren\u2019t no bartender, just caring for her fold.<br \/>\nMy daughter poured \u2018em chocolate milk, then gave a look at me. \u201cMake sure they get to bed on time and see that they go pee.\u201d<br \/>\nShe gave each one a kiss goodbye, then slipped on out the door. I knew she\u2019d rather be at home. I\u2019d seen that look before.<br \/>\nThen one of them spoke up, said, \u201cGrandpa, teach us how to win.\u201d His hat was sitting down so low I could barely see his chin.<br \/>\nSo, we started out with Crazy 8, then Slap Jack and Go Fish. Not one game did I win a hand. My losing was their wish.<br \/>\nPlaying cards with my grandkids is where I want to be. Especially when we\u2019re acting like we\u2019re cowboys living free.<br \/>\nAnd one thing is for doggone sure. They\u2019d be my favorite crowd. No matter if they\u2019re hard at cards or even when they\u2019re loud.<br \/>\nFor now, we\u2019ll think we\u2019re cowboys and for sure the best of pards. And I pray they\u2019ll always cherish time with Grandpa playing cards.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u2013 Bryce Angell<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We gobbled down our bread and gravy, ready for the game. One cowboy\u2019d hit the covers. \u2018Twas a doggone dirty shame. We sat around the table. Every eye was glued on me. The table top was dimly lit, too dark for me to see. So, I cranked up my old lantern. I saw hope in [&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],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-22706","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\/22706","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=22706"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22706\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22707,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22706\/revisions\/22707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}