You could always come for the annual Rattlesnake Roundup... it's held in one of the surrounding little towns around Amarillo (Childress, maybe, or Chillicothe, but that might be too far away).  A bunch of people get together and scour the brush looking for rattlesnakes.  They capture them and milk them for the venom and donate the venom to the company that makes the antivenom carried by the local hospitals.  Sounds like fun, right?

Oh, and most of the "cowboys" around here don't carry those much any more.  It's mostly 1911-style .45s.

LOL...how about a Colt 45 ....Oh, and I saw that post where you are signing me up for beer again....I might just have that chicken suit waiting for you next time

Yeah, it does! Even more when thinking about "milking them", I got the idea, it just sounded funny to me.   Anyway, I wouldn't be able to shoot them, and milking them sounds even more exciting.

Oh, well, guess I will just keep watching them on the movies.

Although I don't think we'd get much value from milking.

Thanks guys --- I hope I can make it back to Texas some day --- my friend is from Katy and every now and again I take her to lunch just to get her to say "OIL".

But I really love Ivan's quixotic, if not romantic, sense of adventure for the Great Southwest!

His imagery of all of us sitting around a campfire, maybe, eating a real cowboy's dinner, is quite compelling.

I see us there, too, but with laptop in hand, and the glow of web colors irradiating the night sky.....

Come on, Dan! Don't spoil it...

Sorry, Ivan.

I was just trying to entice Trent.

I'll go ahead and take out the laptops if you take out the beans.

Greg has a good point about the Blazing Saddles issue.

I'd hate to find ourselves embroiled in controversy after a good bowl of beans.

And perhaps that was Trent's hesitancy all along.