I was country from the day I was born. Born in a little rural town called Cassville at the age of newborn. Raised on a family farm. Learned how to handle a rifle, at the age of 8 – 10 Do not remember the age. I think I was deer hunting alone by the time I was 12.
Hank Junior used to have a real popular song, “A Country Boy Can Survive”; and I do have a shot gun, a rifle and four wheel drive. The four wheel drive is a Ford Super Duty F250.
The farming is my brother’s work now. I live on my grandparents place. It is the place where my Dad was born. The house he was born in is still here. I believe it is over 100 years old. I still use the well that was drilled in the early 1900’s. Not sure of the year, and it is only 30 feet deep.
No! The well does not have the old hand pumper. It does have an electric submersible pump, and still does a fair job of pumping water. Thank the Lord for that every day.
As a Country Boy I have learned my survival is not dependent upon having that shotgun, rifle, or the four wheel drive. My survival is dependent, every day, upon God the Father giving me my next breath of air, and the next beat of my heart. Without Him I would not be living.
My survival is not dependent upon government either. What they give they can take away. Just ask the Native American we have called “Indians”. Yes sir, and Yes Mam. I survive as a Country Boy because the Creator of this Universe, and everything in it has me in His hands.
Thank God I am a country boy.
From the banks of Flat Creek