Fencing

[Huk]

Howdy Y'all,
Well I been tryin' my hand at Fencing.
Some folks calls it a sport. They can have at it. It dang shore ain't no fun, no how.
An' It's a lot like work for this ol' codger.
They can wear them there fancy outfits and say them there hoity-toity French words all they wants ta.
Yep, Fencing ain't all it's cracked up ta be. A finished puttin' up 800' of chain link and I'm plumb tuckered out.
Time to head fer the ol' saloon.

Sarsaparillies on me.


Huk

[williamlayton]

Well, least ya didn't have to put up with bobwire. A feller what done all that should take a rest, next rounds on me miss Kitty.
Blessings

[Capt Hamp Cox]

Thems fightin' words.  Anybody starts puttin a fence 'round our saloon better bring a lunch and a lantern, 'cause they gonna have a fight on their hands.  Dontchaknow all us cowboys carry war cutters in our saddlebags?  Guess old williamlayton does sound like he's "wared" oncest in a while, but the rest a the posse here's fer open range.  'Sides, our favorite song is "Don't Fence Me In".

[williamlayton]

Now, now OL Hamp, put on them specs. He aint put no war no where round tha saloon. I checked it out when I went out back to, well, er, to, ya know --check out bout tha fencin thang.
Give Hamp a stiff one, i'm thinking his blood pressures gonna git outta hand. You know them OLD warriors when thay gets goin.
Blessings

[Huk]

Thems fightin' words.  Anybody starts puttin a fence 'round our saloon better bring a lunch and a lantern, 'cause they gonna have a fight on their hands.  Dontchaknow all us cowboys carry war cutters in our saddlebags?  Guess old williamlayton does sound like he's "wared" oncest in a while, but the rest a the posse here's fer open range.  'Sides, our favorite song is "Don't Fence Me In".

Well Cap'n, aint no call ta be unneighborly here.
Fact is, aint no hoss built could make it up ta this hyar fence less maybe ya drug him up with a winch line. Ya see, we aint all flat-landers ya know.

"a lunch and a lantern".......Bwaaaaahahaha.

Huk

Y'all kin lead a hoss ta drink, but ya can't make him water. :grin:

[Capt Hamp Cox]

Then what yer tellin' me, Huk, is when ya said "Time to head fer the ol' saloon." that didn't mean our Saloon was your next fencing project?  Mebbe I jus got a mite de-fencive 'cause of a misunderstanding.  Hope ya didn't take any of-fence at my de-fence of our favorite un-fenced waterin' hole.  Gotta 'member, 'round here, we don't much care fer war-mongers ("specially those bobwar ones) or card sharps.

With that said, how 'bout sittin' a spell and rest yore weary fence buildin' bones, and have a drink on ol' Hamp.  Barkeep, keep 'em comin' til I say stop or I go home.  Ifin ya see old williamlayton, tell him he kin join us too, if he ain't on a tear.

Say Huk, you aint kin to that Hukleberry feller ol' Doc Holiday used to talk about , are ya?

[williamlayton]

Huk, o Huk, Ya is with bad company--he alredy tole a lie when he says he aint a war-monger--tha boy is a RE-tired, as in old an very tired, war-monger. thank he said he was a seal in tha Mexican war, WWI anyways.
Take all them drinks offen him ya can, he'll remind ya of it often nuff.
Now bout that fence ya bilt!
Blessings

[Capt Hamp Cox]

Hey Huk,

Me, Barkeep, an' oldwilliamlayton been wonderin' what happent to ya.  Hope we didn't overdo the welcomin' ceremony.  Hows about comin' back and havin' one or three cold ones on me?  oldwilliamlayton's gotta look out for hisownself.

Hamp

[Huk]

Hey Y'all,
Ain't been around the ol' saloon much. I been a-gettin some wood cut and tryin' to train my new bird dog.
I got a hankerin fer a cold one or two but gotta do up my chores first.

Below is a picture of my new bird dog.
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Huk

[williamlayton]

Lordy-jest fer a minute I thought it was tha hen.
Blessings