Years and years and years ago when my son was
a little boy, before we lived on El Rancho De La Tex,
we used to visit here on our vacations and I would regularly
shoot my firearms down in a canyon on El Rancho's land.
On one occasion I just happened to take a used bullet
casing and push it into the ground under the shade of an
oak tree leaving only the primer end exposed.
a little boy, before we lived on El Rancho De La Tex,
we used to visit here on our vacations and I would regularly
shoot my firearms down in a canyon on El Rancho's land.
On one occasion I just happened to take a used bullet
casing and push it into the ground under the shade of an
oak tree leaving only the primer end exposed.
There it stayed for a few years and I would always
check on it during our visits to see if it was still there.
check on it during our visits to see if it was still there.
Finally after some years I dug it out, tied that red
ribbon to it and hung it on the wall in the home we
lived in at the time. It served as a reminder of all
the good times we had on El Rancho. All these years
ribbon to it and hung it on the wall in the home we
lived in at the time. It served as a reminder of all
the good times we had on El Rancho. All these years
later I still have the casing and as with all
my little things, it is treasured.
my little things, it is treasured.
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