Baxter Black

There’s nothing like an evening of calving to promote the romantic image of the cowboy. Right, ladies?

Don invited a nice woman out to his ranch in Alberta for an evening of candlelight, wine and canned bean dip.

ATTN: This is addressed to teenagers, tuba players and grown-ups in the news media who have gotten great giggles out of the story cow flatulence is a danger to mankind. It can be expected from those who have the attention span of a Bartlett pear, but tuba players should know better.

It was one of those two o’clock mornin’ calls: “Looked like everything was comin’ jes fine, Doc, then he got stuck. Could you come?”

Prejudice is a funny thing. When a city slicker or a dude comes meanderin’ into the Montana bar in Glasgow, he’s liable to get a lot of hard stares. But I’m here to tell ya, when the shoe’s on the other foot, it can be mighty uncomfortable.

It doesn’t make much difference how fast a horse can run if the jockey doesn’t cross the finish line with him.

Annie is a jockey and horse trainer of good reputation. She passed along this story about a horse we’ll call Tango Sed.

We were watching The History Channel at Grandma’s casita. It was a story about the USS Enterprise being attacked. It was 1945. They were describing acts of heroism that occurred.