True Grit

I firmly believe that our cattle drives bring out the best in people. Jack, how can you say that? Because I see our new Cattle Drivers arrive in Parkfield on a Thursday afternoon and most are wearing a look of anticipation and a little anxiousness about what comes next and by Sunday afternoon one is heard to say “I think I’ve done something extraordinary and next year I’m coming back to do it again.” Those words came from a lady and Sherrily was her name. But as Zee and I got to know Sherrily better and I had told her of how seeing the movie City Slickers in 1993 gave us the idea to have a cattle drive on the V6 for people looking for a very different kind of a four day adventure. Shirrely remarked that she had seen the movie also and that she wanted to play the role of Curly without the heart attack. That name fit her to a tee and she became Curly forever after. 

The year is now October of 2005 and Curly went on our Fall cattle drive. It wasn’t long after the drive that we received a letter in the mail from Curly, a poem that she had written about her experience on a V6 cattle drive. 

The Ballad of Curly

She rode through the scrub and grassy trails,

Over hills and the valleys too.

She sat a-horse with pride and glory

Out where the bald eagle flew

As a greenhorn she came to the cattle drive In flannel shirts and wrangler jeans

A black hat and fancy boots

A gal fulfilling her wildest dreams

She had to be helped on the horse she rode

Helped along in most all she did.

But her going on Kept a- going

And she felt more like a spry young Kid 

From riding the couch back in her home

She now rides the horse and will never quit

She's too busy having fun in everything

The gal who won the Award of True Grit.

So a yahoo and а yippee kai yay

To Curly, the wild wrangler gal. 

She's hard as nails and twice as tough. 

The one you cannot corral. 

Curly and Sammy

The photo is of Curly and our granddaughter Sammy who today is finishing her second year at Cal Poly.

My how time flies especially when you spend most of your time looking at the bright side of life.   

See Ya, 

                     Jack 

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