There was once a Texas rancher that came to New Hampshire. Since he was a rancher, he visited a local county fair, where he talked to a New England dairy farmer about his farm.
"Howdy, just wanted to say, those are some nice lookin' holsteins."
The local farmer looked around and took in the sight of the big man in his jeans and cowboy boots. He glanced at the big silver buckle that said "Big Bull" on it at the end of a belt that held in a fancy western shirt with a string tie. Finally the farmer raised his gaze up to the wide, Stetson hat, and he answered, "Auyup."
The Texan went on, "A healthy cow like that, you must have a pretty nice ranch with plenty of space."
The farmer nodded once and answered, "Shurah do."
"Well," said the big Texan. "I'd love to visit it. I have a ranch back home in Texas. Maybe I could learn a thing or two."
"Could be," came the parsimonious reply.
The Texan thought of another question, "How big is your spread? You must have one of the bigger farms around these parts."
The New Englander agreed, "Ayup. I own nearly four hundred acres."
The Texan's eyes grew wide. "That all? Why, back on Texas, my ranch is so big, it takes the whole day for me to drive my pickup truck from one end to the other, then back home again."
The New England farmer finally took on a look of sympathy with the rancher. "Ayup, usta have a truck like that, myself."
-Will