The 1979 was awesome. I still have my t-shirt, that's how good it was. Lake Whitney just below the dam was the ranch we were on. The owner was one of those qui

The 1979 was awesome. I still have my t-shirt, that's how good it was. Lake Whitney just below the dam was the ranch we were on. The owner was one of those quick-draw McGraw guys who entered six-gun fast draw competitions and was a winner. He might've been a doctor in real life. It's been a while and we only met him in person a couple of times. I definitely remember the 3 channels with Elvis singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic at sign-off and then the poem High Flight before it all went to snow. That line where he slips the surly bonds of earth and touches the face of God was a great turn of phrase for a sign-off. I grew up around the old Fort where Cynthia Ann Parker and her family had their Comanche problems that led to the birth of Quanah Parker in a roundabout kind of way. We worked on the land where the Comanche had camped for generations and where they camped before they hit the fort. The sands were full of arrowheads around there and a drive thru a pasture could yield several after a good rain when the gophers would do their home improvements and shove those points up through the dirt to the surface. Pecans are self-pruning according to an arborist I talked with. They retain as many limbs as they need and in a drought will drop limbs. That is what I use in my smoker. I pick up limbs that the tree drops during the year and keep them around for flavoring briskets or other smoked meats and vegetables.