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Show Page 4 September 2004 Farm & Ranch Spanish Fork Press Where's Old Doug By Paul Bliss Well, son, I wuz out in the Deep Creek Mountains just south a that old Hay Stack Peak. Ya see I spent a cold night wrapped in blankets under the cover of trees. Twas about the end a November just after a blizzardin' snow. The sky was so clear un the stars wuz so bright un the temperature about five below. The coyotes were howlin' un singin' the horses a crunchin' the snow. A tryin' to get their feed son, That wuz covered with eight inches of snow. I wuz wrapped in two old woolen blankets that were found in the notch of a tree. Left their by some thoughtful cowboy un my live saver now they would be. . See I wuz ridden my old faithful pony twenty years he'd been by ma side. Through the rough, un the rocks, un the timbers we'd always come home alive. Though I'd rode him many a mile through rough, un steep mountain trails. Un sometimes we'd get to the top son with me hangin' on to his tail. 0 he'd never quit fer a minute he was faithful right up till the end. He wuz quick, he wuz strong, he wuz gallant he wuz more than just a close friend. Well, ya see son, he fell with up in those mountains as we rolled down the steep rocky side. We came to rest next to a pine tree With a tree limb stuck deep in his side. He was hurt, we wuz stuck, he wuz painin' He was hung by the limb of that tree. , So I pulled from ma side, ma knife son . un cut my old buddy free. Through the hair, un the hide, un the muscle I cut till my buddy wuz free. Then down to the bottom we tumbled my buddy, my best friend und me. 0 I could tell that he never would make it through the snow un the trail that wuz steep. But he got up un started towards me then tumbled un fell at my feet. So I moved him on in to position und I hugged him un said my good-bye's Then holdin' ma gun in my right hand while the left wiped the tears from ma eyes. Then I hiked on up out of that canyon to the colts, left two canyons away Tied to a tree where I'd left em early on in the day. With the day almost gone, un soaked to the bone I knew that I'd have ta think fast. For the sun's goin' down, un gettin' dam cold un I knew that I'd never last. When I happens to spy, un old lean too some cowboy had built years ago. So I hobbled on over ta see it a trudgin' on through the deep snow. There in the notch a that tree son wuz the answer ta one of ma prayers. Wuz stuffed two green woolen blankets see God listens, un answers, he cares. So I pulled off all ma wet clothin' my boots, un ma socks, un ma pants. Un I wrapped up tight in those blankets while the stars were begin' ta dance. That night I dreamed a wild horses a runnin' in pastures on high. Un there in the lead wuz ma buddy a racin' that herd through the sky. r 4 I "ill' " II s V - v '-'' c " - ,XW'"-.. . ' e.rtfff. . I.... Vl.,,.,.,......,...,., , ....... . ... 2004 Fcrd FI50 Super Crew, 9K Lariat, 5 SPD 4V8, Trailer Tow, all the power group, leather 8S9,G300 IT . V j A) The Car Source would like to say C7T3! fio all oik FaffEiiGiiS! |