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From the Bottom of My Heart: Thank You

Well, Kentucky Derby Party 2012 is in the books.  All in all it was a great time.  The turnout was good, we raised some great money for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, and the food & drink was exceptional!

I want to take this time to thank some folks.  Without you, this event just wouldn’t have been possible.

Atlantic Drift: You guys are great.  The bidding was incredibly tense over the tour visor.  Grant Hewit at Hudson Sutler:  That was a close one wasn’t it?  Thanks a million for being there for us.  William and Margaret at Wm Lamb & Son: I lost out on the bidding for the painting, but that’s what it’s all about.  I tip my hat to you two!  Pheasants Forever:  Thank you for everything.  You are a world-class organization that I’m proud to know.  Eric Corbyn at Corbyn’s: I thank you for everything.  Hope to see you soon!  Andrew at Luxley & Bernard: What an awesome package you put together for us!  I can’t thank you enough!  April at True Texas Designs:  Thank you so much for everything…the planter was a huge hit!  Casey Renner at Palo Duro Creek Golf Course:  Thank you for everything bud.  You’re one of a kind sir.  Tim at Canyon Country Club:  I want to apologize in advance for who won the bidding on the rounds of golf…in fact, I should probably give Casey a heads up as well! 

If you are reading this, please check out these companies.  They are truly wonderful people.

A special thanks to those who helped us bring all of this together:  Keith Brown.  Mr. Brown, you’ll never know how much I appreciate everything you do.  Dirk Swope.  We did it bud!  Now we just have to start planning for it all over again!  Jason Avent.  You sir are a true gentleman.  I am proud to call you my good friend and part-time financier.  The men of Sigma Nu, Eta Delta Chapter.  You boys are fine young gentlemen.  Thank you for all of your hard work.

To everyone that attended, I appreciate you spending your time and hard-earned money to help us raise money for a good cause.  I look forward to seeing all of you next year.  I’ll leave you with a few snapshots of the event.

Keith Brown on the left (my right).

Ms. Kaitlin Tucker

My sister and my sweet baby girl Scout

Jake enjoying the day

Bonnie with the spoils of “Best Derby Attire”


The Friday Faction: 05/04/12

Congratulations to Jonathan for winning the Hudson Sutler Giveaway.  We hope that everyone has a great weekend.  If you can, stop by the Kentucky Derby Party.  We’ll have a Mint Julep waiting for you.

Back Into The Art World

There probably aren’t many of you that know, I used to spend a huge amount of my time doing all kinds of artwork.  I’ve covered a wide variety of mediums: pencil, oil, acrylic, watercolor, and even metal.  In fact metal art, is really the only thing that I’ve kept up with through the years.  Every year around Christmas, I get a few orders for some metal silhouette cut-outs from people looking for gifts.  Even though I’ve kept up with the metal artwork, It’s been quite awhile since I’ve worked with any other forms of art.  After meeting someone recently, that’s going to change soon.

When I got to know the folks at William Lamb and Son a while back, I started looking at the artwork that William puts out.  His work has such a great feel to it, and takes you to the exact place in time that any of his art depicts.  Needless to say, I caught the bug again.  I’ve always been inspired by artists like Kenneth Wyatt, and Tim Cox, but William’s work has finally pushed me over the edge, and I’ve set up shop again on our antique drafting table.

With a birthday coming up tomorrow, I’ve already received some gifts from family, and as requested, my art supplies have been somewhat restocked.  Even though, I’ve already been putting out some drawings with what I already have, there will be some paintings coming shortly.  Today, I just want to give you a peek at some of the stuff that I’ve been working on to get the rust out, so bear with me…it’s been awhile!


"Follow Through"

It feels really good to be doing this again, and all of the thanks goes to William Lamb and his wife Margaret.  They both have shown me that I need to kick back once in a while and do something that feeds the soul.  Here’s to you, and hopefully many more to come.

The beginning of a drawing on a Circle Y reining saddle...long ways left to go.

The Friday Faction: 04/27/12

There’s still time to sign up to attend our Kentucky Derby Party…just check out our Facebook page.  Everyone have a safe weekend!

The Friday Faction: 04/20/12

Here’s to a great weekend.  Get out and make some memories!

The Friday Faction: 04-13-12

We hope that all of you have a great weekend!  Please make sure to take a look at our Kentucky Derby Party Event on our facebook page, and let us know if you’ll be close enough to make a trip on over!


Let’s Try This Again Shall We?


Almost immediately after we started to advertise the 2012 Panhandle Prep Kentucky Derby Party, we ran into a huge problem.  Sometimes communication isn’t always the best at government ran entities, and that was the huge problem.  Needless to say, the venue that we had been given permission to use was suddenly no longer available.

Well, after weeks of some serious scrambling, I’m proud to say that the party is back on!  Above is the new flyer, that lists the new beneficiary of our fundraising efforts here in a few weeks.  I encourage you to consider attending if you will be anywhere close to Canyon, TX on the first Saturday in May, but also ask that you consider a donation to the St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital even if you won’t be attending our event.

For more information, you can visit our Facebook page (just click the cool picture above), or you can email me with any questions you might have.  We are so happy that we are going to be able to keep this party going, and thank all of you for your efforts in helping us find a new location (you know who you are)!

806’s In The 210 – by RW Whitaker

One of the greatest blessings I have had while away from the Panhandle is living among a few brothers and sisters from my native land. In my 13 years of being a San Antonio resident, I have friended a few folks who call the Texas Panhandle “home” just as I do. On occasion, I am able to get together with my kindred spirits for all kinds of activities and I cannot wait to do it again and again. I usually locate these folks just from over-hearing a conversation. Two of them I know from my own home town of Gruver! One thing is for sure, we all can blend in down here very well. We do not want or need our native 806 area code tattooed conspicuously on our bodies. We are like a secret society or fraternal brotherhood. I like to call it a family. 

There were three of us Texas Panhandle boys out on the town together one night not too long ago. Our mantra is a simple one but always fun none-the-less. We were at Sherlock’s Baker Street Pub and Grill playing the cheapest and best golf we will ever know…Golden Tee 2012. It was on this very mundane night, that we got a little more “activity” than we would ever expect from our side of town. We all three have a mutual friend who tends bar not far from where we were so the three of us decided to pay him a visit before turning in for the night. When we arrived, there were only a few patrons in the place along with our good buddy standing behind the bar. We were greeted warmly by him and all of us ordered our night caps. I found a table between the juke box and the pool table so I could sit down and rest my legs from standing so long earlier that night.

I was approached by a young Hispanic twenty-something male who had 210 tattooed just under the left jaw line on his neck. I asked him about it fully knowing what it was. He just told me that it was special to him and thanked me for admiring it. For those who do not know, the area code on your neck is a home town marking for a gang called the Los Orejones. If you do not know who these people are, then Google their name. The fact is that he was being a nice guy so I felt alright about talking to him. We talked about the San Antonio Spurs and visited about where each of us was from. He had grown up in Corpus Christi but after high school he moved here to San Antonio. There was another Hispanic male with him who had the same tattoo as well as a few others on his forearms. My new gangster friend introduced this guy as his brother. I could tell from the looks on the faces of my Panhandle friends that they were concerned and watching me like a pair of hawks.

Everything was going well until they began to solicit each and every male patron (including me) to arm wrestle for $100. Both of these guys looked fairly stout and I already knew that either of them could have been carrying some kind of weapon. I politely refused as did everyone else who was asked. At this point, their behavior shifted into a brand of anger and venom that I had never seen. Both of them began accosting all of us and shouting racially charged comments. They both tore off their shirts and began shoving people around. My heart was beating out of my chest and my adrenaline was at a level I haven’t known since I was a teenager. All three of us Panhandle boys approached them and were trying to calm them down and make peace. None of us could understand what had set them off into such a fit of outrage. We did not speak loudly to them. We did not talk any smack or say anything that could be perceived as smack. Two of us backed away with our hands up. The other should have done the same. Our Panhandle brother was hit in the face by the bigger of the two guys and it was without any warning. Folks gathered him off the floor as I began moving back toward them calmly. I kept walking, talking and easing them toward the door. I think this was a lot like what I would do with a pissed off stallion or limousine bull. Normally, I would have already been fighting these guys, but that night, something was telling me to stay calm and to just get them out. They were gangsters. They were angry at nothing and that could only equal extreme danger for everyone in this establishment. They finally left and I locked the doors behind them. I then took over and asked everyone to please move toward the back room of the place and wait until the police arrived. Our brother clearly had a broken nose and he bled for hours. I could not sleep that night. It was the scariest thing that had happened to me since living here.

Ladies and gentlemen let me enlighten you. I know that some of you are asking yourselves why we didn’t just rush them and beat them down. Well, nobody else in that bar would even look at these fellows. It was only the three of us Panhandle boys that had the guts to face up to them and make them go away. Thank God only one punch was thrown and no weapons were wielded. The moral of this story is simple. When you see guys marked up like this, you must never trust them. Be polite, leave immediately and leave quietly. Nothing good will ever come of your activities if you see gangster tattoos on people in the same room with you. I will never regret my decision not to fight that night even though I could have and probably should have. Sadly, this place is only blocks from where I live and I do not live in a bad part of San Antonio. These folks are everywhere.

In the words of my father: “Son, when you go in them places, always keep your head on a swivel and make sure that there is always something heavy that you can grab to equalize the situation if you need it.” My head was not on a swivel that night. However, I am 100% confident that I made exactly the right decision and probably saved some lives. – Whit

The Friday Faction: 03-30-12

We hope that everyone has a great weekend!

Children Get Older…I’m Getting Older too

My apologies for the Fleetwood Mac reference, but lately I’ve come to the realization that I’m getting old.  In one month I will be celebrating a milestone birthday, and I could not be thrilled any less than I am right now.  With that in mind though, I think just like many other men, I feel the need to hang on to my youth.  As stupid as it may seem, my vanity or lack thereof might just be catching up with me.

I have never been a daily moisturizer.  I have never had a skin care regimen, and believe me, my iron has seen some rough exposure.  So, with that in mind, I’ve decided to take a dip in the men’s skin care world.  I’ve selected some brands that I’m going to be trying out, and reporting on at a later date.  If any of you out there have any advice…this is the time to help a brother out!


1. Jack Black Double Duty Face Moisturizer SPF 20 – With Blue Algae extract and Sea Parsley…ooh how luxurious!

2. Urth Face Balm SPF 15 – Contains essential minerals and oils from the…you know, urth.

3. Lab Series Instant Moisture Gel – Apparently climate conditions is why my face looks so bad.  Yeah, I’ll stick with that story too. 

4. Nickel Morning After Rescue Gel – They actually state that this has booster effects for when waking up in the morning is tough…sign me up!

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