A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....08-29-06 ..... A Visit to The Old West

8-29-06 | JustAmy & MamaBear

[JustAmy]

A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day

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Cowboy Blues

I yearn for the life that I used to know
When the range was free and wide,
When a man could see where the sunsets go
'Way out past the Great Divide.

Oh I want to mount my old cayuse
And gallop off with a song,
To twirl my rope and to throw the noose
And chase the dogies along.

I long for the roads of yesterday,
For the trails I used to ride,
For the cowboy's life, his yip-oo-ray
As he roamed the countryside.

What's a man to do who rode all day
Through shortgrass and mesquite,
With tractors and plows and a paved-highway
And fenced-in fields of wheat?

My sad heart pines for the prairies still,
I long to follow the trail,
I miss the call of the whippoorwill
And the coyote's lonesome wail.

I want to feel the wind in my face
And to give my horse the word,
To wheel and turn as he sets the pace
And cuts through a longhorn herd.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Always The Prairie in 1949

Stuffed Diamondback

1 - 3 ft. or longer Diamondback
1 cup dried cornbread cubes
1 tbsp oil
1/2 cup beef stock
1/2 stalk of celery, chopped
1/2 onion,chopped
1 tbsp Jack Daniels whiskey
1 cup molasses
1 cherry tomato

Slice down belly of snake from bottom of jaw to tail with a shallow cut. Gut the snake and throw away internals. Run gutted snake under warm tap water and remove extra blood.

In a mixing bowl, mix cornbread cubes, oil, beef stock, celery and onion. Allow to stand for 10-15 minutes. Salt and pepper to taste.

Roll stuffing into a tube (snake) shape and insert along the inside of snake. Close up skin and sew together with cooking twine in a zig-zag pattern.

In a small mixing bowl, mix Jack Daniels and molasses. Set aside.

Place snake in a casserole dish. Make sure snake does not overlap as uneven cooking will occur.

With a cooking brush, brush snake with Jack Daniels glaze. Pour extra glaze around the snake in the casserole dish.

Place casserole dish into 275 degree oven for an hour and a half or until tender.

Remove casserole dish from oven and prop open snake's mouth. Place cherry tomato in mouth for appearance.

Serve and Enjoy!

Click the cowboy!


Thank you, LouieWolf, for letting
us borrow your "Adios" graphic. :-)

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August 29, 2006

Refuge Needed

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READ: Psalm 17:1-9

Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me under the shadow of Your wings. —Psalm 17:8 In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina’s devastation of the southern United States, displaced families and individuals were often referred to in the media as “refugees.” For some, this term was viewed as insulting, so it prompted reporters to scramble for another word that would not be perceived as negative. They decided on the word evacuees.

In actuality, the word refugee is filled with hope. One dictionary defines it as “one who flees in search of refuge, as in times of war, political oppression, or religious persecution.” Refugee comes from the word refuge, which speaks of safety, protection, and care for the hurting. It speaks of a safe haven in a storm-filled world.

For those who have been battered by the storms, tragedies, and disasters of life, refuge is what they long for most. They may seek shelter in the arms of God, who alone can give us refuge and who longs to cover us and protect us and preserve us.

Jesus said to the broken people of His day, “How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings” (Matthew 23:37). He continues to offer refuge to the hurting hearts of our day if we will but seek His care and trust His heart. —Bill Crowder

O Rock divine, O Refuge dear—
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thou our helper ever near—
A shelter in the time of storm.  —Charlesworth

We need not fear life’s dark shadows when we rest under the shadow of God’s wings.

Bible in One Year: Bible in One Year:   Psalms 126-128; 1 Corinthians 10:19-33

[MEG33]

Great graphics, Maj!!!

[Tennessee_Bob]

Cooked rattlesnake? The last time I ate any, it was raw. I didn't know you could cook it!

[MEG33]

*Good Morning To The Finest*

This thread will make you want to sing!

[Mrs.Nooseman]

Good Morning Amy.

Wonderful thread.:)
Great presentation.

[Mrs.Nooseman]

ROFLOL.

That made me laugh,she does look like an old man.

[luvie]

YeeeHaawww!!!

LUV W

[Mama_Bear]

Howdy, y'all. (Love the Western graphics posted this morning!)

Git along little dogies....

In the language of the American West, a motherless calf is known as a dogie. In Western Words Ramon F. Adams gives one possible etymology for dogie, whose origin is unknown. During the 1880s, when a series of harsh winters left large numbers of orphaned calves, the little calves, weaned too early, were unable to digest coarse range grass, and their swollen bellies “very much resembled a batch of sourdough carried in a sack.” Such a calf was referred to as dough-guts. The term, altered to dogie according to Adams, “has been used ever since throughout cattleland to refer to a pot-gutted orphan calf.” Another possibility is that dogie is an alteration of Spanish dogal, “lariat.” Still another is that it is simply a variant pronunciation of doggie.

[Mama_Bear]

Can't go out to the Old West without meetin' up with this guy along the dusty trail...

"Courage is being scared to death -
but saddling up anyway." - John Wayne

[dutchess]

Awesome thread you two!!!! Love the background, turquoisey border, lovely pictures and of course the content!!!! BRAVO!!!! (I'm now humming western tunes and getting wierd looks from my secretary :o) ) ((((hugs)))))

[Mama_Bear]

(I'm now humming western tunes and getting wierd looks from my secretary :o) )

LOL! Yeah, I clicked on the "Cowboy"....now that Happy Trails tune is in my head and won't stop playing. I haven't listened to Amy's "Don't Fence Me In" yet....but I guess that is the only way I am going to get "Happy Trails" to STOP.

You have a good day, sistah.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Mawnin' Amy!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

DANG! It won't load!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Purty view...

[Mama_Bear]

Hi PAL. Nice to see you here this morning, along with your furry sidekick. That cat looks seriously proud of his hat. LOL.

Have a good day, friend.

[Mama_Bear]

Love the cows....coming and going. LOL. Thanks, Maj.

[Mama_Bear]

Head 'em up, move 'em out!

I need to go have lunch with my MIL today. I will try to get back here this afternoon. I love the Old West!

[Diver Dave]

Great trip to the Old West, Amy. Makes me want to go saddle up my trusty steed once again...

...and ride to trail's end...

...while Vaughn Monroe sings in the background.

Ghost Riders In The Sky

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Y'all.

Hope everyone is having a terrific Tuesday.
I've enjoyed all the Old West Graphics this morning.
Like Lori said .... I love the Old West ....
Ronald Reagan, George W., John Wayne, Gene Autry and
from my childhood, Roy Rogers. :)

[Mama_Bear]

I see you rustled up louie's breakfast for him. He'll be pleased. Hope there are some glazed donuts behind that coffeepot. ;-)