Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Surf and Turf...

Mama’s Losin’ It

A Memorable Fishing Trip...


Once upon a time, I went away to college and decided that cowboys were very HOTT!!! Which was unusual as I had never thought much of them in high school.


If I recall correctly, the cowboys at my high school just hung out in the far corner of the parking lot, listened to country music (blah) and smoked. At least I think they smoked. Did they smoke?


And I belonged to the big hair, guess jeans and alternative rock/pop crowd.


And please tell me that when you weren't out and about in your guess jeans you were at home in your mens boxer shorts (and a very over sized shirt, seriously why am I wearing that tent) tell me that you wore guess jeans and or mens boxers and I'll tell you that you are my people.

But in college things were different,(though I still had big hair, guess jeans and popular music) because in college cowboys were HOTT!!!

So once upon a time when one of the HOTT college cowboys called and asked me if I wanted to go fishing with him I said YESSSS, don't mind if I do.


And that's when I caught my very first ever fish (a trout I believe)


Out yonder there on my fishing date with the cowboy


Then we all went to the home of my cowboy date's cowboy friend and ate steak (?)

And the cowboys accepted me into their secret cowboy society when I proclaimed it a sin to put sauce (of any kind) on a steak (my daddy raised me right). And life was good.

...later that summer (when we were all back home) the cowboy wrote me a letter while out on the range of Montana (my cowboy date was a real life cowboy) and told me how thinking about me kept him warm at night (I swear we only went on that one fishing date and we never even kissed).

But sadly I never wrote him back because I had fallen in love with a non-cowboy back home.


And I'm so very glad I did.


Alison@Mama Wants This said...

I like how steak was served instead of trout after the fishing trip! :)

Stopping by from Mama Kat's.

Jessica said...

We dont put sauce on our steak either. My husband thinks its a crime. LOL!

Stopping by from Mama Kats

Karen and Gerard said...

I have to have sauce or at least ketchup on my steak--otherwise it's just too dry for me. Sounds like a fun date though with that hot cowboy. Glad you are happy with your non-cowboy now though.

(That Montana cowboy reminds me of a book I recently read about a Montana rancher and his mail-order bride: "Morning Comes Softly" by Debbie Macomber. (light fun read)

stopping by from writer's workshop.

Dominique @Dominique's Desk said...

I love how "bad boy" a cowboy looks however settling down with one would be another story.. I too like sauce with it would be too dry otherwise.

Adrienne said...

I loved this! The way you told the story, that you still have photos from that date....and that you got a love letter from a real cowboy! I married a guy from Central Oregon - not a "real" cowboy...but wore the hats and went to square dances...and then went to Harvard ;-)

Visiting from Mama Kats!

The Blonde Duck said...

Popped in from Mama Kat's! It sounds like he couldn't rope your heart away from your true love!

jimmyfjames said...

This was a great post. It was too bad for the cowboy, but you met the man who makes you happy.

I have to admit, I prefer my steak without any sauce as well :)

Stopping by from Mamakats!

Mama Kat said...

Oh great...and now he's probably FREEZING out there on the range. How do you sleep at night? ;) Love that picture of the two of you!!

ps Boxers and giant shirts?? ALL THE WAY! said...

You are just adorable!LOVE you cowboy story!
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