So me and a couple three yahoos loaded up the Dodge and kept on truckin' down Texas way. Centerville, to be exact. Met a gent by the name of Joe Langley, and shot some of his wild boar. Dad shot his WW II era 30-06 Springfield, Ryan shot my Bush Sr. era 30-06, Roy his smokepole, and I my 30-30. They all worked. Cool place, and we'll probably go back sometime.
That part of Texas is more south than others. Dry county, and there was a revival happening when we went throught the ville proper. Both people there looked to be well on their way to salvation.
Joe turned on the "country gentleman/backwoods guru" and everyone seemed to eat it up. His ranch was less than 20 miles from town, out in the sticks, and we passed two small country stores along the way. Cool.
We stayed in an old ranchhouse, which luckily had AC. It was hotter than the hubs of hell, and just about as humid as it can be. Bugs weren't too bad though.
That part of Texas is more south than others. Dry county, and there was a revival happening when we went throught the ville proper. Both people there looked to be well on their way to salvation.
Joe turned on the "country gentleman/backwoods guru" and everyone seemed to eat it up. His ranch was less than 20 miles from town, out in the sticks, and we passed two small country stores along the way. Cool.
We stayed in an old ranchhouse, which luckily had AC. It was hotter than the hubs of hell, and just about as humid as it can be. Bugs weren't too bad though.
Mr. Langley
Shit-head
Gene-O, Shithead, Ryan.
Mr. Roy Cavender
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