Showing posts with label cowboy life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cowboy life. Show all posts

Sunday, March 03, 2013

Western Slang: Ketch My Saddle!


Cowboy saddle, hat & boots by fence post
Stephen Bly (1944-2011)

Copyright©1994





No one likes being bucked off a horse. Especially a cowboy or cowgirl.



In the Old West out on the range, when the broomtail you forked decided to break in two, hop for mama, jackknife, swap ends, take you to church, chin the moon or wrinkle his spine ... your face ended up plowing the ground. And you had a more serious problem than cuts and bruises.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

COWBOY HONDAS


                                          By Stephen Bly
    Copyright©1993,2010

Long before Japanese car imports…in fact, decades before they invented automobiles…hondas existed in the U.S.A. To an old-time cowboy, a honda is a knotted or spliced eyelet at the business end of a rope used for making or building a loop.
 
Sometimes a metal honda or ring was used, but many a cattleman figured the metal could gouge out an eye and wouldn’t set tight as well. So, most hondas are tied into the rope itself, whether it’s hemp or nylon, with a piece of slick leather, called a burner, sewn about the upper end of the loop. The rope won’t easily wear through it. A rawhide reata consists of a honda braided into the rope.

The honda is a tiny loop that allows the main part of the rope to thread like string through the eye of a needle. The honda and the burner provide places to check out an old rope to see how much it’s been abused. No matter what the size of the catch, the pressure mounts on the honda.

 Ever feel like a honda? Got the main stress for a program? A group? A problem? A relationship?

St. Paul endured that kind of tension: “Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the churches. Who is weak, and I do not feel weak? Who is led into sin, and I do not inwardly burn?” (2 Corinthians 11:28,29).

Everyone who's serious about leadership relates to Paul. That’s part of the calling, the divine duty to bear.

Here’s some simple helps if you’re feeling honda heavy.

1) Get out. Breathe a moment of pure air. Jiggle some joy.
2) Take some time off—get away from the strain, if only an hour or two.
2) Plan a mini-vacation—one you’ve put off for a long time.
3) Save change in a get-away jar—fun money that saves your sanity.

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Stuart Brannon's Final Shot
 Stuart Brannon's Final Shot by Stephen Bly
(with Janet, Russell, Michael & Aaron Bly)
now available in hardback. . .ebook. . .paperback.

Finishing Dad's novel was a family affair. Can a committee create fiction? We had the passion and four months to find out.

Two orphans flee Oregon's Tillamook Head. One of them is branded a hero. Dare they tell the truth and risk the wrath of a dangerous man? Meanwhile, a retired lawman searches for his missing U.S. Marshal friend while he grapples with the game of golf on behalf of a celebrity tournament.


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Friday, January 27, 2012

WATCH FOR THE FRAYED CINCH


By Stephen Bly 
Copyright©1993


Pete’s quite a talker, so his friends avoid him if they don’t have hours to spare for a chat. But I made the mistake of asking, “How’s Ernie doing?” 

Pete’s wife’s brother visited for Christmas and never left. Pete hauled him everywhere.

“Well, I’ll tell ya,” Pete began, “I figured his cinch was getting mighty frayed, so I sent him on his way.”
 
That stirred a long diatribe, until I finally made my escape. But my mind got stuck the rest of the day on that old cowboy phrase. 

When a man’s cinch gets frayed, he’s worn out his welcome. In fact, the Old West boasted a whole gunny sack full of phrases to describe an unwanted guest. 

He was “as welcome as a polecat at a picnic.” 
Or she was “as appreciated as a rattler in a prairie dog town.” 
Or “folks go ‘round ‘em like a swamp.”

You might think that smacks against western hospitality. Wasn’t it the practice  to offer a man a meal and a place to sleep?

Yep.
But that included one supper. . .one night’s rest. . .and one breakfast. After that, a man either worked for his keep or rode on over the hill.

That’s not too different from biblical hospitality: “For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule,” said St. Paul, “If a man will not work, he shall not eat” (2 Thessalonians 3:10).
 
This didn’t apply to the truly needy, like widows or orphans. They could most often receive support. But all others -- whether a grown child, your neighbor, a relative or a stranger riding through -- had to gather their own goods. You worked for your room and board.

It was the Code.

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Do you find it difficult or easy to offer hospitality to folks you don't know all that well?  

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Stuart Brannon: The Final Shot
Coming March 2012 -- hardback & ebook
Stuart Brannon: The Final Shot
by Stephen Bly (1944-2011)

Finishing Dad's novel was a family affair.

It's 1905. 
Two orphans flee Oregon's Tillamook Head. One of them is branded a hero. Do they tell what really happened & risk a dangerous man's wrath?
Meanwhile, Brannon searches for his missing U.S. Marshal friend & grapples with the game of golf on behalf of a charity celebrity tournament.
 
Paperback edition releases August 2012.
 
 
 
  

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

HAPPY JACK

By Stephen Bly
Copyright©1993,2009


I was sitting at the dining room table and strained to read the newspaper until I realized a couple bulbs had burned out of the overhead chandelier. Weak eyes. Getting older. Makes it tough to see even in good light. I’m pretty spoiled by 21st Century lighting systems.


Citizens of the Old West survived on a whole lot less light than even our dimmest bulbs. If a prospector’s cabin or a cowboy’s line shack contained an oil lantern, that was pretty great. Most light radiated from a fireplace or maybe a happy jack or two.


A happy jack was nothing more than a candle in a tin can. If you’ve ever tried to read by candlelight or firelight, you can figure out why most cowboys were better at telling stories than reading them.

Sure applies to human knowledge versus spiritual light.

We think we’re so smart. We’ve got life and the universe all figured out. Yet, we stumble in our own dark arrogance. We trip over our own dense pride. Except for those times God beams down his lightning truth (1 Peter 2:9), which he is most willing to do. He proved that by sending Jesus, his appointed light giver (John 1:4,5).

Got confusion? Get close to Jesus. The farther you are from him, the more blurred life on this earth looks. You squint by the dimmest of flickers.

Jesus is no happy jack. He’s the ultimate luminary. Pure radiance. In fact, his presence alone lights up heaven.

To walk by his light is like stepping out of a dimly lit cabin into the brightest noon on a summer day.


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Throw The Devil Off The Train is now available in E-Book form.