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Directly across the alley on the north side of the building is Omar's bar.
This guy...??
Thanks for that bit of info, I'll have to check it out next visit. Sorry I won't be there to meet the Feb gang.Same food, nicer atmosphere.
Directly across the alley on the north side of the building is Omar's bar. It's much nicer place to sit and you can still order the same food. If you plan ahead and ask Omar he can probably reserve a section for the group.
Same food, nicer atmosphere.
Sorry I won't be able to make it, I will be home by then.
Why oh why didn’t I plan the trip for earlier in the month!
Sounds like a great party. Hate we will miss it.
My old cowboy knee has been griping at me me for the whole quarter mile hike
OK. I'll take Cozumel then![]()
I refer to my right as my football knee as it was injured playing in high school, but the surgery went great - never bothered me. I've been kicked by hundreds of cattle over my years, but one time in the 1980s a pregnant heifer got a lucky kick right on my left knee that sounded like a rifle shot, and I collapsed. My brother started dragging me, I protested, and he let me know that the whole trailer load of pregnant heifers had turned without my backup, heading my way. That scared me so much that I jumped up, grabbed the corral fence, and climbed - instantly without pain, until a years ago. X-rays show a lack of cartilage. Whether it was really the kick or just old age is up for speculation.Sorry to hear your knee gives you that much trouble Don. Is it really a cowboy knee???
I've handled thousands of cattle with the best as well as alone at times, riding thru plenty of mesquite brush with unforgiving thorns in the breaks below the plains, keeping herds alive in snowstorms on the high plains, tracking escapees thru all kinds of terrain, and so forth. I never rodeoed or roped as it just didn't fit our style. Dad used to rope on occasion until the wreck that almost killed him. Damned good horse got spooked by something, and he ended up hanging upside down tangled.Hell, that doesn't sound very cowboy! I thought maybe we could pair up and do some team roping![]()