Kelley (Texas)
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Earlier this evening as I sat on the tail gate of my pickup truck watching some of the neighborhood boys play football in the street in front of our house, my mind started drifting off...I started thinking about some good memories involving cows and ranching. A few of the boys noticed that I was not paying attention to their game...I had been designated as the official referee and that is why the game was being played in front of our house. They walked over to the truck and asked me if I was feeling OK. I told them that I was just fine, that I was only reflecting back to my ranching days. That was the end of the football game as they all gathered around asking me to tell them a few stories. I reminded them that the last time that I told them some stories, ghost stories, that some of their parents were not too happy with me because a few of them were scared to go outside after dark for a few days. It seems that these boys always end up at our house and then I get into some type of trouble with their parents...like the time that I helped them make some slingshots.
I told them the story about the time that our neighbor to the East of us, Calvin Baker, bought a new Ford truck. Calvin was proud of that truck and stopped by our place before he went home...just had to show us the new truck. I must admit, this was a beautiful truck...two tone brown and tan with a flat black cattle guard on the front. We stood around for close to an hour admiring his new truck before his wife called and asked if we had seen him drive by the house. When we told her that he was at our house, she told us to tell him to get home, like now. Wow, she was like that most of the time...a bossy lady! A few days later, I saw Calvin coming up the road...his new truck was a wreck. I came to find out that he had loaded some square bales of hay in the bed of the truck, drove out to his pasture to feed the cows. Unfortunately, he could not get the hay off the truck fast enough and they butted his truck wanting the hay. There were dents up and down both sides of that truck...it looked horrible. He got pretty angry at me for laughing, but I just could not help myself. Months later, he laughed about it too!
I told them about the time that some of our cows tore a fence down and wrecked Debbie's garden. I was in town when this happened and did not actually witness the attack on the garden, but I sure saw the destruction when I arrived home. According to Debbie, the ringleader was a cow that we called Fat Azz because this cow was so fat that it's legs looked like toothpicks...that cow was as wide as it was tall. It was a good cow, always had a good calf every spring. Debbie saw Fat Azz push against the fence, finally breaking the wire, and lead several other cows through the new opening in the fence. She tried to chase them out of the garden with a hoe, if the truth was told she probably wanted to kill them, but they just dodged her and took bites out of the plants as they wrecked everything. She said that when they heard me coming up the road that they went back through the fence and out into the pasture. As I pulled up to the house, they ran into the brush at the far end of the pasture. I spent several hours fixing that fence and at the same time trying to calm Debbie down...she wanted me to load up Fat Azz and take her to market the next day. Debbie and I spent several days planting and ended up with a good vegetable crop.
Then Tyler asked me about a rope that I had hanging in the garage. The next thirty minutes was spent trying to show those boys how to hold and throw a rope for roping a calf. I told them a few stories about riding back into the brush looking for lost mama cows with calves, but had to stop because our daughter-in-law Heather arrived with our grandson. I told the boys that I would tell them some more stories in a few days. I took my grandson, Brayden into the house and to the study, and placed him on my saddle. That boy loves to sit in that saddle...he is going to be a good cowboy some day! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
I told them the story about the time that our neighbor to the East of us, Calvin Baker, bought a new Ford truck. Calvin was proud of that truck and stopped by our place before he went home...just had to show us the new truck. I must admit, this was a beautiful truck...two tone brown and tan with a flat black cattle guard on the front. We stood around for close to an hour admiring his new truck before his wife called and asked if we had seen him drive by the house. When we told her that he was at our house, she told us to tell him to get home, like now. Wow, she was like that most of the time...a bossy lady! A few days later, I saw Calvin coming up the road...his new truck was a wreck. I came to find out that he had loaded some square bales of hay in the bed of the truck, drove out to his pasture to feed the cows. Unfortunately, he could not get the hay off the truck fast enough and they butted his truck wanting the hay. There were dents up and down both sides of that truck...it looked horrible. He got pretty angry at me for laughing, but I just could not help myself. Months later, he laughed about it too!
I told them about the time that some of our cows tore a fence down and wrecked Debbie's garden. I was in town when this happened and did not actually witness the attack on the garden, but I sure saw the destruction when I arrived home. According to Debbie, the ringleader was a cow that we called Fat Azz because this cow was so fat that it's legs looked like toothpicks...that cow was as wide as it was tall. It was a good cow, always had a good calf every spring. Debbie saw Fat Azz push against the fence, finally breaking the wire, and lead several other cows through the new opening in the fence. She tried to chase them out of the garden with a hoe, if the truth was told she probably wanted to kill them, but they just dodged her and took bites out of the plants as they wrecked everything. She said that when they heard me coming up the road that they went back through the fence and out into the pasture. As I pulled up to the house, they ran into the brush at the far end of the pasture. I spent several hours fixing that fence and at the same time trying to calm Debbie down...she wanted me to load up Fat Azz and take her to market the next day. Debbie and I spent several days planting and ended up with a good vegetable crop.
Then Tyler asked me about a rope that I had hanging in the garage. The next thirty minutes was spent trying to show those boys how to hold and throw a rope for roping a calf. I told them a few stories about riding back into the brush looking for lost mama cows with calves, but had to stop because our daughter-in-law Heather arrived with our grandson. I told the boys that I would tell them some more stories in a few days. I took my grandson, Brayden into the house and to the study, and placed him on my saddle. That boy loves to sit in that saddle...he is going to be a good cowboy some day! Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Poor Deb wasn't gonna tolerate that kind of disrespect from fat azz, was she ?
Hilarious stories Fed.........let's hear some more when you get the chance !
Thanks for the memories Fred
