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Physical Features
Mixed
5'4"-5'7" (161-170cm)
Athletic
Brown
Black
About Me
Build
Athletic, Average
Basic Bullrider's build - short and bulky legs, skinny
uppers, and no, I am not a Weeble Wobble. I will fall down if ya push me, but ya better be running before I get back up!
Tattoos
None
Looking fer one to cover my battle wounds
Piercings
No
I have enough holes and don't want to be picked up like a bowling ball or six pack
Languages spoken
Rusty on my ASL, but still remember a few guestures..lol
My occupation
Professional Outdoor Mountain Guide-Mountain Rescue, but paying the bills as an accountant extraordinare! NOT! Gawd I hate my abacus!
Hobbies
Things that require building, powertools, or working with yer hands I am always up for. Also anything that requires more than a 12 step program, but less than putting together a super collider fusion ring.
Although all of this is nice, nothing beats a hearty dinner round the table with good company and good grub, and laughter that goes well into the night. Some say all I need is a padded cell and some triscuts. Dunno what I need the triscuts for.
Hiking, Trail riding, Rodeo, Mountain Biking, Motocross, you get the picture, And why isn't hunting an option? Been a ski instructor since I was wee (meaning 16 y/o). Got my Avalanche Patrol License when I was 18 and Mountain Rescue when I was 21. The best way to be rescued is to NOT put yourself in danger! There is plenty of places to put yourself at risk where you do not need a medichopter. You want risk, go play on I-5 during rush hour!
Parenting, Pets
I would say gardening, but I tend to kill everything green on my property. And I would say hobbies, but after that incident with the glue gun and my friend's forehead, am now banned from Hobbie stores and JoAnn Fabrics. But look out power tools... Sears hasn't heard about me yet!
Life-wise, I look for someone who can come home after a day in town, and help mend fence, break in the new colt, change the plugs in the dually, buck some hay with me, cook a mean chili, tuck our kids into bed with a whopper of a tale, then take me out naked under a Pendleton blanket, on horseback, out into Paradise Valley to watch the stars come out and wish on each one.
What I look fer in a guy is someone who is masculine enough that he doesn't need a Carhartt jacket to prove it. Some one who's rough enough who's bare paws have been weathered by the seasons, but soft when caressing my face. A guy who can make me laugh when the day is shining and wrap his paws around me when the world has forsaken me.
A man who knows his place in the world, and the importance of others in his life. A man to be proud enough to hold hands with, but comfortable enough to just let it be with a smile and a wink. A door opener, a go to the grocery store to get me medicine late at night, a food fight chef, a politically current and aware voter, a dog walker, a clapper at the end of my bad guitar song. A man whom my parents will love, our children will adore, and will cherish my heart. Please stop by and say howdy.
Too many men foreget to flex the real muscle that matters... the heart. Dick shots and chest shots are wonderful, but show us yer beautiful smile and eyes and the handsomeness inside the great packaging. The packaging will fade but the heart and love and friendship from within will last and grow. Make sure to sow some tenderness along with yer oats.
Oh yeah, and of course, like Sandra Bullock, I want whirled peas... or is that world peace?
