Cowboy Boots

Today I decided to go for a walk in the nearby woods to try out my new camera, a Nikon D40. The afternoons here in Austin are pretty hot and humid, so I thought I would leave my cowboy boots and hat at home, opting for shorts, a baseball cap, and running shoes.

BIG mistake! For some reason, I felt ‘naked’ as I made my way along the trails. You would think that you would be a little more sure footed in running shoes, not me. Not only was I having a tough time with my cowboy “footedness”, I was also much more aware of where I was stepping. Normally, I am practically oblivious to where I am placing my feet, but without my cowboy boots, I knew that I was vulnerable to snake bites. Needless to say, I was more concerned about my choice in trail blazing attire than I was about taking some shots with the new Nikon.

I should have kept with my tried and true cowboy boots.

And left these at home, where they belong.

Didn’t get to see much in the critter way, all were bedded down out of the heat I’m sure. I did come across this little guy though, glad it wasn’t a barn spider…don’t like those big guys at all, not to mention I didn’t have my cowboy boots on if I did.

I came out into a clearing, and found this old truck bed sitting all by it’s lonesome. I wonder where the rest of it is?

About another 100 yards down the trail, guess what I found? The rest of the blue truck!

Poking around the area where the truck was, I managed to find a couple other interesting things. Here is an old pack of cigs.

Not too far away was a burn pit.

And where there’s cigs and a burn pit, you know the beer isn’t too far away. Looks kinda like the scene of an old cowboy party.

Continuing down the trail, I happened upon this shirt.

Here’s another view. College Bound, now it all makes sense!

Utilizing my cowboy horse sense, I am able to reconstruct the scene. This was a college bound cowboy bash! They must have piled into the blue truck after stocking up on cheap beer and cigarettes. Once arriving, they immediately began to consume large quantities. One of the cowgirls must have had too much to drink by the burn pit. Trying to cool off, she took her shirt off and flung it on a nearby tree. This must have gotten the cowboys pretty riled up, because they immediately began to tear the truck apart in an attempt to impress the shirtless cowgirl.

Yea, your right…my imagination gets going sometimes. Oh well, at least I won’t be leaving home without my cowboy boots again.

Here’s a picture for all you flower loving folks.

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