There was a time, in The Big Valley, when a new hide was like a shot fired to start a race. Like the migration of wildebeest, the rush to be FTF would begin. One by one or crowded in packs, some climbing upon and over the backs of others.
They were great big giants, sweet, gentle and kind mostly but a fair share was mega-ego midgets, chastising, scolding, snotty and mean spirited.
All of them left something, some left everything and others left only faint tracks.
Where did they all go? Thank You nozy nabornozy nabor for being FTF.