Tex takes a swim in a Texas stock pond during our annual dove hunt. The still morning gave us a pool of glass, reflecting a very happy puppy.
Tex loves to swim. This was very good therapy for his two new knees!
A great day for Tex!
Texas dove country.
Tex on the move.
My good friend with his father’s Auto-5 and a pocket full of cigars. He is also sporting the new line of Ralph Lauren bird hunting apparel.
A southern Colorado homestead. You don’t see many made of stone like this one.
Thousands of flies and no way to swat them! That must be hell for these cows.
Soon your misery will be over and you will be a fajita!
On the drive to Texas, Tex and I dropped in on Kenton, Oklahoma. This little town in the panhandle is about as off the grid as you can get. Look it up on the map. This general store, the “Merc”, is closed for good. Sad, because I would love to have had a vanilla malt and shot the breeze with the locals. Though I am not really sure there are any locals. In the short time I spent touring the town, I did not see a single soul. It was a bit eerie.
In Kenton, Jesus IS lord! This is one of 3 congregations that the 17 residents can choose from. Though it does not look it, this “river of the living water” is still open for business. God bless these fine folks.
Past Kenton Residents.
Kenton Baptist Church.
Grass hopper carnage.
Tex is so ready to hunt! It was a long summer of rehab for him and we have high hopes for this bird season.