Photographer Keith Carter’s latest pet project reminds me of big Texas dogs I’ve owned—some clownish, some serious, but every one of them great.
By John Graves
In my 86 years I’ve come into the possession of an assortment of firearms: a Colt .32-caliber semiautomatic pistol that my grandfather bought at a hardware store in Cuero; a Remington Model 870 pump, 20-gauge shotgun that my Aggie uncle-by-marriage used to shoot birds; the Winchester Model 06 pump .22
By John Graves
What do the city of Lubbock, a defunct restaurant, and a submerged neighborhood have in common? They’re all places in somebody’s heart.
By Kinky Friedman, Prudence Mackintosh, Beverly Lowry, John Graves, Elmer Kelton, Bud Shrake, Molly Ivins and Tommy Lee Jones
Environment
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September 30, 1984
Texas’ beloved live oaks are falling victim to a creeping fungus, and no one knows how to stop it.
By John Graves
A photographic tour of the timeless Rio Grande, from its origins in the mountains of Colorado to the Padre Island dunes at the tip of Texas.
By John Graves
Saint Paul said that a little wine is a fine thing. He must have known something.
By John Graves
Fly-fishing is a particularly fastidious way of trying to fool a fish, but it’s also a particularly pleasant one.
By John Graves
For a man and his daughter out for a pleasant day’s fishing, the first sign of danger was a man’s hat floating silently down the stream.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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August 31, 1980
This one has been a humdinger, but every Texas summer is broiling hot—and that’s nothing to get all steamed up about.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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May 31, 1980
As more and more city dwellers tread on the landscape, farmers and ranchers are less inclined to forgive those who trespass against them.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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March 1, 1980
Harmony begins at home.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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November 1, 1979
Don’t both with séances or clairvoyants. There is a much better way to contact the shades of the past.
By John Graves
Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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February 1, 1979
The best thing about the weather is complaining about it.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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December 1, 1978
Cows are dumb, they eat a lot, and they cost more to raise than they’re worth. Still, you can’t help loving ’em.
By John Graves
Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.
By John Graves
When another farmer goes broke his neighbors thank God it wasn’t them; then they wonder when their turn is coming.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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June 30, 1978
It’s a chicken coop. I built it myself.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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April 1, 1978
Varmints: we can’t live with ‘em and we can’t live without ‘em.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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March 1, 1978
The best defense is a good fence.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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January 1, 1978
There are two ways to raise chickens: the right way and this way.
By John Graves
A good country dog is loyal, obedient, and knows the difference between a chicken and a possum.
By John Graves
Try the house wine; I made it with my own feet.
By John Graves
The raw truth about out steaks and chops.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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July 31, 1977
Oh bee, where is thy sting?
By John Graves
Once you let a goat in your life, you can never get it out.
By John Graves
Country Notes
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April 1, 1977
For most treasure hunters, the hunt is more important than the treasure.
By John Graves
Living in the country is all you ever wanted—and probably more than you bargained for.
By John Graves