by Rick | Apr 30, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
The first tent I owned darn near ruined me for camping. I’m not complaining that it was too big, but it required two elephants and a dozen Amish barn builders to erect. It wasn’t like a pup tent that weighs 3 ounces and pops into shape when you throw it on the ground....
by Rick | Apr 21, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
I didn’t mean to shoot Mom in the leg with my Red Ryder BB gun. But by the time she realized I was the little idiot that raised a pea-sized welt on her leg, I made it into the protective circle of the Cows of Hobson’s Pond. It was the first, and only, time they came...
by Rick | Apr 15, 2015 | Blog, The Cows of Hobson's Pond
If the Marlboro Man were to be believed, smoking a cigarette would put hair on my twelve-year-old chest and help me ride a horse like a real cowboy. Or I could put a pinch of Skoal between my cheek and gum like Larry Mahan, the Rodeo Champ, and ride bulls with the...
