I was sitting by the pond doing a little fishing…And I was thinking about this old cowboy’s blog that I listen to from time to time… hold on a minute I got a fish …OK I’m back I don’t know how it happened that fish found a way to get away …he’s a good fighter I guess …anyway so I got thinking about this cowboy’s blog and he’s talking about hat etiquette, etiquette in general but really for cowboy hats …I wear a cowboy hat most of the time, so that was of interest to me.
I was listening to his etiquette on cowboy hats. It’s one of the things that you never ever touch a cowboy’s hat because that’s his personality, who he is… OK so I’m thinking as I’m about half close-enough to sleep I’ve got my head covered by my cowboy hat, got my fishing pole out here and I’m thinking what etiquette applies to guys like me … a little bit redneck, lotta part cop, man of faith and a man who loves his family. I love to fish, I love my horses. So, I’m sitting here with my head tilted back, my eyes closed, my cowboy hat over my face and I’m just kind of letting the afternoon slip away thinking about the etiquette of what don’t you touch of mine if I am here snoozing and you walk up on me.
Well, as the old cowboy said, you don’t touch my hat – don’t touch my hat and you most certainly don’t wanna attempt to touch my firearm. That is a serious no-no because that is going to cause pain to someone somewhere along the line if that happens… so those two are givens. The hat and the firearm you just do not touch. As far as me right here by the pond, don’t mess with my fishing line and do not attempt to mess with my cold beer that’s sitting here because those are no-no’s… we’re not gonna let either of those get bothered. Never touch a fisherman’s only cold beer!
When I hear my horse whinny over in the field over there it reminds me there is no messing with my horses. Years ago we had some jack-ass going around our county and opening up paddock gates and letting horses loose. He did that to mine and it cost me a horse. A good friend of a horse too and it was my eldest daughter’s first horse. It’s a good thing I never found out who that guy was.
Anyway back to my etiquette. So don’t mess with my horses. Don’t mess with my firearms or mess with my fishing lines. Dont mess with my truck or mess with my family. There’s a story I’ve got that goes with that which I can’t explain it, just don’t mess with my family or my truck. If you want to criticize my faith …a lot of people have criticized the Christian faith over the years and that’s, you know, that’s up to them ….that’s between them and God. That’s not between me and them. Hopefully I live a life that makes it difficult for them to argue that there is a God. I mean I’ve seen enough angelic and divine intervention kind of things and I know what God has done in my own life …so you’re going to never argue me the other way about God… so I’m not worried about that. But know this… don’t try to mess with the faith of my grandchildren and my children with your socialistic Blanca Hozier Kaka-waka… so you know that’s kind of part of the redneck in me and maybe, I don’t know, maybe it’s just part of being a good man. I hope I’m a good dad. I have always tried to be a good dad and I’ve done as good as I could. I have never been as good a dad as I wanted to be. I probably failed at that almost as much as I failed at being a good husband. But I am thankful that I’ve got a forgiving family, a forgiving wife, and forgiving children. They overlook my shortcomings. They know that I am, as the Bible says, but dust! You know, it depends on where you put the comma in that sentence in Ps. 103:14 NASB 1995 whether it’s but dust or but dust … sometimes it’s a little bit of both!
I have probably strayed off of my topic of etiquette a bit but I’m watching my bobber move across the lake without my touching the pole which tells me it could be a fish… so I will talk to you more later…