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An Old Cowboy's Advice Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight…

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An Old Cowboy's Advice

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.

Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.

Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.

Don't judge folks by their relatives.

Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll
enjoy it a second time.

Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches

you from the mirror every mornin'.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad
judgment.

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back
in.

If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin'
somebody else's dog around.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to
God.
  • If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin'
    somebody else's dog around.


    ~giggle~ I like that one in particular.

    There's some wisdom here. Many of them reminded me of growing up on my grandfather's farm. Not a cowboy, certainly, but a man of the land.

    And the sky. He was a pilot and loved flying. I never realised how much of a dichotomy- even a contradiction- my grandfather was. He ploughed and planted and worked with earth all his life- a more grounded man I never knew- and he loved flying, had a pilot's license...

    He was an avid sports hunter- there are trophies hanging all over my grandmother's house to this day; deer and a bear and a massive moose head- yet he disallowed turkey hunting on his property, and would plough around a bit of ground he knew had a rabbit's nest, or a bird's nest; would take in any stray cat that wandered onto the farm, and was absolutely in love with every kitten born in any of the barns.

    I miss him dreadfully, I find. He died almost seven years ago and I miss him more the older I get.

    This has been your random comment of the day...
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