Ok, so today while roping a cow, with the wind in my face, I saw myself as a winged aviator sitting in his Sopwith Triplane and my quarry was an Albatross scout. I made my way to his six and let loose my riata.......I mean Lewis, and sent him down in flames!

Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from either end.
BOC Member since....I can't remember!