There's absolutely nothin' "anti-cowboy" about it...I like to go 4-wheelin'
with my wife and certain friends. I enjoy the climb up the mountain, I enjoy
watching the eagles and hawks soar slowly and lazily through the air, I enjoy seeing
the deer, the elk and even an occasional moose grazing in a meadow. I enjoy stopping
in the shade of the pines and eating a sandwich and sipping on a cold ice tea...I
enjoy 4-wheelin'...at least 'til last Saturday! Lawdy Miss Clawdy The Trip From
Hell! It started off OK. We met some friends at an area where we could unload
the 4-wheelers and head up into the hills, a beautiful day. We went about 15 miles
and stopped for a homemade cinnamon roll that Goober had made...delicious! And
then continued on our merry way. Well, not quite. My machine wouldn't start! "NeeNeeNeeNeeNee
Nee" ground the starter, I choked, it, unchoked it, gassed it, kicked the tires
and tried again and again!
NeeNeeNeeNeeNeeNee....VAROOM!....it
started! Look out world, I had the accelerator pushed in and I was rocketing through
the trees like a demon possessed – just to keep the #@!%$* thing running! After
about 5 minutes of "NASCAR in the Trees" my 4-wheeler settled down and I joined
up with the rest of my entourage. About 2 hours later, Don, our tour guide, said
that we should stop at the Church Camp for lunch, how nice. There were about 30
men, women and children at the Camp performing various chores and playing certain
games. We drove in, found an empty picnic table and unloaded our delicious bounty
of food. So pleasant, yes, it was, sitting in the shade, visiting and enjoying
a great day...until right now. We packed up our bags and everyone started
off out of the Church Camp...but ME. NeeNeeNeeNeeNeeNee, the doggone
thing wouldn't start AGAIN! Of the 30 people in the Camp, 31 were
watching me become very exasperated...when suddenly VAROOM, it
started! Look out! I yelled as I had the throttle stuck at full speed. Dirt,
rocks, dead gophers, Popsicle sticks and coyote feces were being thrown 80 feet
in the air as I tried to keep control of my runaway 4-wheeler. GO! GO! GO!
I yelled to my ride mates, "Get on the trail I can't let this die again!"
Don and his lady "hit" the trail at about 50 mph and I was definitely in hot pursuit.
This "trail" had boulders the size of a Volkswagen and holes that could swallow
an 18-wheeler, but I didn't care, I had my machine "runnin'" and I wasn't stopping
for anything – rock or human! I sailed past my wife and our eyes locked on each
other for a fleeting instant like "this is the end – I love you!"
and I was gone - gone in a cloud of dust and cuss words! Up the mountain I went
at record breakneck speed and all of nature got outta' my way! Tears were
streaming down my checks and the fear of going off a cliff turned me into a crazed
wild eyed lunatic!! At the very crest of the hill, I noticed the engine had started
"purring like a Siamese kitten" so Whoa Big Guy – easy, easy! I was visibly shaken.
No one to my knowledge had ever gone that fast up that very dangerous life taking
hill. I had been scared out of my wits with the stuck throttle but I had endured
the wild ordeal with nothing more than wet pants...never mind, it was a warm day
– they dried. Finally, the rest of my group joined me at the top of the hill and
each one complimented me on my abilities for staying on my runaway Suzuki! It was
at that moment when Ole' Don said "We're on the wrong trail, we have to go
back the way we came"....my eyes narrowed and my hand rested on the grip of my pistol
and I thought, "I wonder if they'll find his body underneath all these rocks!!"
Rain? You wanted rain? You got it, Cisco! "Holy swimmin' ducks" did we get rain
this last week!! My arena was a lake, Twin Falls car dealerships had water up to
the door handles and kids were kayakin' down Eastland Drive! Rain!? You bet your
sombrero!
Don't forget Dr-History.com! Exciting episodes of the old West!!
God Bless America!
Our Pledge
of Allegiance:
I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all.
Dear Lord: Please Bless and heal this land with your grace and power.
Help us to realize YOU are in charge as you were, as you are
now and like
you'll be in the future. Forgive us for "straying off the trail" of what's
right
and what's wrong and help us to appreciate what you've blessed us with,
the greatest Country in the world...America!
In Jesus Name.....Amen
Look up Hebrews Chapter 4 verse 12
GOD BLESS THE USA!
(Copyright Zeb Bell)
Hey all – let me know if you like what we're doing – Email or call 208-312-2976...if
you don't...don't!
Adios Buckaroos and Buckarettes!
God Bless and Fly the Flag!!
Zeb at the Ranch
P. S. If you enjoy our Newsletter, be sure to forward a copy to your friends and
family. Don't forget to tune in to Zeb at the Ranch every Monday thru Thursday from
8 to 11 a.m. on KBAR Radio 1230 AM on the dial, or live on the internet at
www.zebbell.com! Be sure to check out archives of the show on the website
or Zeb's
YouTube channel at http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCg_Ef72F7DI33Qu9vyfbkpg.
Don't forget to leave a comment or a "Like" while you're there.
The
Best in Tires and Service
Randy at Tires West • 678-4400
2555 Overland Ave in Burley
Max at Magic Valley Tire, Inc. • 438-8444
25 W. Ellis in Paul
Layne at Magic Valley Tire, Inc. • 436-5600
109 S 100 W. (Hwy 24) in Rupert
"If we can't guarantee it, we won't sell it!"
Tires • Brake Service • Front End Alignment • Shocks & Struts • Custom Wheels
• Batteries
Major Sponsor of Zeb at the Ranch every Monday thru Thursday from
8 to 11 a.m. on KBAR Radio 1230 AM on the dial, or live on the internet at
www.zebbell.com!
|