If I wrote a country song about my life this morning I would entitle that song
Am I to High for Ticks?
Thankfully after today’s ten mile hike not a tick was spotted.
Last week I was sick with the flu and the Mountaineer Adventure Outdoor Fun Club Yea went on an adventure with out me; an adventure that began at 2,000 feet. All of my friends dogs were covered with ticks by the end of the hike ( As well as some of the girls) and lets just say the hike only lasted a mile before the screaming started.
And this is why you take your mountaineer adventure guide with you, because I do not do hikes below the snow line ( Where the ticks dwell and it’s not cold enough to freeze their little brown Lyme Disease filled carcasses.)
Aw sweet country music; It’s about life in the country and the ups and the downs ( And the bugs and ticks and the worms and the fish to catch and all the adventures you find along the way)
In today’s modern country music world of Carrie Underwood and Luke Bryan you would never find a twangy song about ticks.
I’ve been listening to a lot of classic country music this week. It all started last week when T got me addicted to this song, Whiskey, by Trampled by Turtles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKTlRN3jLfw
Since than I have been super addicted to 1980’s hits like Hank Williams Jr’s A Country Boy Can Survive, as well as great 1980’s hits by long forgotten country of another era like K.T. Oslin and Aaron Tippin. I was listening to Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA at work the other day and a coworker actually said to me
“Why are you singing that? It’s not the Fourth of July”
Why because some of us feel like being patriotic and loving our country three hundred and sixty five days a year!
I truly love this era of country music when Garth Brooks and George Strait sang about rodeos and Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers still sang duets.
Hank Williams Jr sure knew how to write a country song; Family Tradition and All my Rowdy Friends have Settled Down are two of my all time favorites that lets face it, you would never hear on today’s country radio. Its sad to me in a world where Blake Shelton and Florida Georgia Line are the new voices of country, we just forget about the true roots of country music.
That’s why as I climb these mountain trails and I listen to my friends quote John Muir and we run from ticks and we ascend peaks I hear the words of John Denver floating through my head…
And not Darius Rucker ( Who does and will always just sound like Hootie and the Blowfish plus a banjo)
When I think of the country music I still love, I think of Hank.
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Am I to High for Ticks?
Thankfully after today’s ten mile hike not a tick was spotted.
Last week I was sick with the flu and the Mountaineer Adventure Outdoor Fun Club Yea went on an adventure with out me; an adventure that began at 2,000 feet. All of my friends dogs were covered with ticks by the end of the hike ( As well as some of the girls) and lets just say the hike only lasted a mile before the screaming started.
And this is why you take your mountaineer adventure guide with you, because I do not do hikes below the snow line ( Where the ticks dwell and it’s not cold enough to freeze their little brown Lyme Disease filled carcasses.)
Aw sweet country music; It’s about life in the country and the ups and the downs ( And the bugs and ticks and the worms and the fish to catch and all the adventures you find along the way)
In today’s modern country music world of Carrie Underwood and Luke Bryan you would never find a twangy song about ticks.
I’ve been listening to a lot of classic country music this week. It all started last week when T got me addicted to this song, Whiskey, by Trampled by Turtles.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKTlRN3jLfw
Since than I have been super addicted to 1980’s hits like Hank Williams Jr’s A Country Boy Can Survive, as well as great 1980’s hits by long forgotten country of another era like K.T. Oslin and Aaron Tippin. I was listening to Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA at work the other day and a coworker actually said to me
“Why are you singing that? It’s not the Fourth of July”
Why because some of us feel like being patriotic and loving our country three hundred and sixty five days a year!
I truly love this era of country music when Garth Brooks and George Strait sang about rodeos and Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers still sang duets.
Hank Williams Jr sure knew how to write a country song; Family Tradition and All my Rowdy Friends have Settled Down are two of my all time favorites that lets face it, you would never hear on today’s country radio. Its sad to me in a world where Blake Shelton and Florida Georgia Line are the new voices of country, we just forget about the true roots of country music.
That’s why as I climb these mountain trails and I listen to my friends quote John Muir and we run from ticks and we ascend peaks I hear the words of John Denver floating through my head…
And not Darius Rucker ( Who does and will always just sound like Hootie and the Blowfish plus a banjo)
When I think of the country music I still love, I think of Hank.
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Seriously, they just don’t write country songs like this today. Today’s top forty country music is all about getting drunk on a beach and being a bro. When did country music stop being about the simple life; life in rural areas, rodeos and shot guns.
The Bellamy Brothers had it right when they sang about their Red Neck Girls.
This weekend I’m linking up with other bloggers over at YeahWrite.me once again on their weekend Moonshine Grid
Comments
That’s how I feel about current country music! Ugh, when did it all become beaches and bros and beer?
I’m hoping that our colder than usual winter is going to mean fewer ticks this year. Up until 10 years ago, there weren’t any where I live. Last year after one walk I had to pull about nine off of my dog.
I love classic country. I can do without the pop-i-fied modern stuff.
I love that song by Hank. It made me sad as a kid when his friend from New York city is killed and then I was filled with righteous anger as he plotted his revenge:
“I’d like to spit some beech nut in that dude’s eye.”