Camping debacle
Bryce Angell's camping debacle turned out to be one of the better Friday night dates with his wife.
One tough cowboy
Bryce Angell recalls the incredible grit of his father's long-time friend Fred.
Cowboy pocketknife
Bryce Angell shares the questionable hygiene practices of pocket knives kept by cowboys in a unique poem.
Britches in a dither
Bryce Angell's tries to get his money's worth from a new pair of jeans.
Aunt Edna’s turkey
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about Thanksgiving dinners prepared by Aunt Edna.
Yellowstone sleepwalker
Did you ever sleepwalk while camping? Bryce Angell crafts a poem about a time he sleepwalked right out of his tent in Yellowstone.
Gasoline and vices
Bryce Angell muses, "I guess I should be thankful for the gasoline high prices. 'Cuz now I don't have money left to pamper all my vices," in a poem.
Old Jake
Bryce Angell crafts a poem about the bond between a cowboy and his horse.
Tribute to my Father
Bryce Angell pays tribute to his late father in his most recent poem.
I hate oatmeal
Bryce Angell shares why he loathes oatmeal in his latest poem.
