Mustangs Rule
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Buddy Holly energized a sleepy America. His songs and guitar playing went from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat! Gas was 19 cents/gallon and muscle cars were born then. Vrooom Vrooom !
Below is a link to his huge 1957 hit “Peggy Sue”! Such an explosion of energy. The musicians are in a race. The pounding guitar solo is like the galloping horsepower of the then hot new 283 V8 Chevy motor. I had one in 1967!
This antelope hunt was going to be a race, with them and hypothermia!
I was driving along the Green River in Wyoming’s Wind River Range, went around the corner on a dirt road, and bang!
In the distance there they were. About a dozen antelope across the river in dedicated wilderness, browsing their way upstream. Soon they would come to a side canyon and could be gone. I knew the country, stopped, backed up and hid behind a hill which offered cover to the river.
The race was on!
No time to unload my canoe to paddle across. Grabbed my model 70/270 and my day pack. Like a hound on a hot trail, I was off and running.
Splash! I forded the river, frigid fall water. Was deeper than I thought, cold wet nuts. What a way to start a late season doe hunt with snow coming!
Below is a link to his huge 1957 hit “Peggy Sue”! Such an explosion of energy. The musicians are in a race. The pounding guitar solo is like the galloping horsepower of the then hot new 283 V8 Chevy motor. I had one in 1967!
This antelope hunt was going to be a race, with them and hypothermia!
I was driving along the Green River in Wyoming’s Wind River Range, went around the corner on a dirt road, and bang!
In the distance there they were. About a dozen antelope across the river in dedicated wilderness, browsing their way upstream. Soon they would come to a side canyon and could be gone. I knew the country, stopped, backed up and hid behind a hill which offered cover to the river.
The race was on!
No time to unload my canoe to paddle across. Grabbed my model 70/270 and my day pack. Like a hound on a hot trail, I was off and running.
Splash! I forded the river, frigid fall water. Was deeper than I thought, cold wet nuts. What a way to start a late season doe hunt with snow coming!
