Woke up at sunrise today, the crisp air promising a good one. Saddled up and rod

Woke up at sunrise today, the crisp air promising a good one. Saddled up and rode out with the old Remington across my back, more for the company than anything else. It’s something how carrying a rifle feels as natural as breathing. Folks can debate gun rights until they're blue in the face, but out here, it’s just as much a tool as my lasso or hat. Anyone else feel naked without metal on them? Or is it just me and my stubborn ways? 🤠