On every stretch of road from Mexico to just south of the Great White North, you can find the dillo. Every highway and byway is littered with em. Except this one aint gettin flattened any time soon he’s tearin up asphalt as fast as his wheels can take him
Just about every city kiddo that dreamed of bein’ a cowboy when they grew up started with a trusty stick horse. Complete with obnoxious neighing that'd make mama bust out the middle name.
Before he knew it, he's bein' yanked towards that glowin' thing, his horse’s gettin' pulled along with him too, and he’s thinkin’ this is the end of it all.
It ain’t a buckin’ bronco… it’s a steel stallion! With a hydraulic kick and a mean setta horns, this sucker is low, loud, and liable to send your hat flyin’.
Y'all, pop on down to Sendero Bait and Tackle and get all the essentials! We got your nightcrawlers, jigs, crankbaits, motor oil, baby powder, hoosker doos, hoosker don’ts.
Everyone’s got those days out on the water. The ones that are so frustrating you’re ready to chuck that rod and reel as far as ya can, but that’s why “they call it fishin’ not catchin’.”
It ain’t majestic, it ain’t graceful, and it definitely ain’t for good eatin’—but you can’t look at one without crackin’ a grin. Just a lil’ round fella standin’ around, judgin’ the world, and lookin’ mildly concerned about everything.
Look, ‘possums might not win any beauty pageants, but they’ve got one helluva survival instinct—kinda like your uncle who somehow keeps getting free refills in that same styrofoam cup at the corner store.
It ain’t a buckin’ bronco… it’s a steel stallion! With a hydraulic kick and a mean setta horns, this sucker is low, loud, and liable to send your hat flyin’.
Picture yourself sitting on the banks of the beautiful north country of the Río Grande: crisp mountain air, cold Lone Stars in the cooler, the perfect fly on your line.
