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Laugh tracks in the dust: BETO Junction
Holy Toledo, folks. Three days ago it wuz 80 degrees, with a soft wind out of the southwest, and the crappie were biting for...
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Laugh tracks in the dust: Calving season stories
Oh, my, this late winter is a strange one. It’s been so warm and we had a nice shower that I tilled up some...
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Laugh tracks in the dust: Prankster
Last week I pulled a fun, harmless, but a tad nasty, little prank on an innocent person.
An upstanding young feller in our community works...
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Laugh Tracks in the Dust: Last Big Hunt in the Sky
Few thing are sadder than saying your last farewells to a family member or a treasured human friend. However, a close sad second to...
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Laugh Tracks in the Dust: Coon hunting fiasco
I love old stories that make me laugh. I heard one that fit the bill last week and I want to share it with...
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Laugh tracks in the dust: Avian Vermin
I’m not much of a waterfowl hunter because I’m not really fond of eating duck and goose, plus, the weather is usually too cold...
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Laugh Tracks in the Dust: Undeniable Facts of Life
Sometimes I think Murphy — you know, the guy who invented the law that if anything can go bad it will — decides it’s...
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Laugh tracks in the dust: Old Boar’s Breakfast Club
Will miracles never cease? Here I am writing this column on Jan. 29, the day before my 73rd birthday, and it’s 65 degrees and...
