Kelley (Texas)
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For some strange reason, this evening while reflecting back to my childhood, I started thinking about "Spook Hill" which was on a ranch owned by a man by the name of Galvan...I can not remember his first name but think it was Lupe, but not sure.
Early one summer we were working part time on a few of the ranches finding missing cows or repairing fences...just the normal everyday work. It never paid much, but we always got to ride the horses that they provided...and that is all I really cared about anyway, riding the horses.
This one particular summer day, Mr. Galvan asked me to look for some missing cows that he had not seen for the past few weeks. He wanted to pull the calves for market and needed them brought down to the holding pens. I was always in hog heaven when I was assigned the task of looking for lost cows...enjoyed the adventures of exploring new areas, sometimes finding some arrowheads or something else just as exciting.
While looking for the lost cows, I found a strange area about twenty acres in size where nothing was living...no trees, no grass, no weeds, no brush, nothing living there. Everything around the area was lust green, but nothing was growing in that strange area. The horse that I was riding bulked at entering the area...he snorted and danced around and almost reached the point of panic. I even sensed that something was not right, that place was death. I retreated a short distance to a hill, dismounted and watched that strange section of land.
I watched a herd of deer approach that area, but they skirted around it and did not cross it. This was really strange, and I must admit that I felt very uneasy...something kept telling me to not mess around that strange haunted area. I mounted my horse and gladly left the area.
I located all the missing cows with calves...lucky for me they were all together in a small herd. It took several hours to herd them down to the holding pens, but time flew because I was thinking about that strange dead area the entire time.
As I was putting the horse in the barn, Mr. Galvan approached me and thanked me as he gave me a few dollars for pay. He was in a good mood and we shot the bull for a few minutes. I then brought up the subject of that strange dead area of land and his mood changed. He said that he did not know what it was and that it had been there as long as he could remember...he grew up on that ranch. I told him about the horse not wanting to enter the area and how I had observed the deer herd not entering the area either. I could tell that he did not want to discuss it and he sorta became silent and appeared to be unhappy that I had seen that strange dead area. I thanked him for the pay and told him to call me any time he needed help in the future...he never called me again to work on his ranch.
About a year later, I ran into him at the hardware store, and while he acknowledged me, he kept his distance. To this day, I feel like I saw something that I should not have seen...goodness knows what the story is about that strange, haunted, dead piece of land tucked away near the back of his ranch. Any hope of ever finding the answers vanished when Mr. Galvan died while I was serving a tour of duty with the Marines. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Early one summer we were working part time on a few of the ranches finding missing cows or repairing fences...just the normal everyday work. It never paid much, but we always got to ride the horses that they provided...and that is all I really cared about anyway, riding the horses.
This one particular summer day, Mr. Galvan asked me to look for some missing cows that he had not seen for the past few weeks. He wanted to pull the calves for market and needed them brought down to the holding pens. I was always in hog heaven when I was assigned the task of looking for lost cows...enjoyed the adventures of exploring new areas, sometimes finding some arrowheads or something else just as exciting.
While looking for the lost cows, I found a strange area about twenty acres in size where nothing was living...no trees, no grass, no weeds, no brush, nothing living there. Everything around the area was lust green, but nothing was growing in that strange area. The horse that I was riding bulked at entering the area...he snorted and danced around and almost reached the point of panic. I even sensed that something was not right, that place was death. I retreated a short distance to a hill, dismounted and watched that strange section of land.
I watched a herd of deer approach that area, but they skirted around it and did not cross it. This was really strange, and I must admit that I felt very uneasy...something kept telling me to not mess around that strange haunted area. I mounted my horse and gladly left the area.
I located all the missing cows with calves...lucky for me they were all together in a small herd. It took several hours to herd them down to the holding pens, but time flew because I was thinking about that strange dead area the entire time.
As I was putting the horse in the barn, Mr. Galvan approached me and thanked me as he gave me a few dollars for pay. He was in a good mood and we shot the bull for a few minutes. I then brought up the subject of that strange dead area of land and his mood changed. He said that he did not know what it was and that it had been there as long as he could remember...he grew up on that ranch. I told him about the horse not wanting to enter the area and how I had observed the deer herd not entering the area either. I could tell that he did not want to discuss it and he sorta became silent and appeared to be unhappy that I had seen that strange dead area. I thanked him for the pay and told him to call me any time he needed help in the future...he never called me again to work on his ranch.
About a year later, I ran into him at the hardware store, and while he acknowledged me, he kept his distance. To this day, I feel like I saw something that I should not have seen...goodness knows what the story is about that strange, haunted, dead piece of land tucked away near the back of his ranch. Any hope of ever finding the answers vanished when Mr. Galvan died while I was serving a tour of duty with the Marines. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
..if you offered me water out of a container a buzzard drank out of and i knew it it would have to be washed out too