What if it Snows?

I spent time on a horsefarm or two in early pre trucking work.

I think back to those days and there is a joy in that kind of work with the horses. Not so much about the money (That too) but you get alot out of something like that.

One time as a test (A pass-fail test) I was told to go into a large field, about 10 acres and capture a yearling who does not trust humans yet. (Only I did not know this) I go in that field he goes to the far corner faster than I can run. I get to him he goes to the next corner. I get tired. Ok fine. Think this through.

Sat in the middle of his field with a book. Took me about oh... 20 minutes give or take. Next thing I know Ive a nose and a mouthful of my coat at my neck sniffing my hair. Harnessed him easy and walked him back to barn pretty as you please without any sass from that new best friend in life.

What gets me is that particular one took sick one day and did not do well.

His legs were processed by me in a full bleach solution for specialized lab work designed to discover exactly what killed him. So you mix the joys and also the pain.

 

Three years ago, St. Patricks day, winter here was a bad one. We had a 26" base and it was -10. My wife's Irish, so the usual corn beef & cabbage was had, along with a few DosEquis to wash it down.

Anyway, about 11:30 PM, our son calls and says the neighbor called him and advised that some of our stock (steers) was out. Turns out, high winds the day before caused a tree to come down and took out a spot in the electric fence, guess who found the break in the fence.

Well, we go down the road with a grain bucket, nope they'd have none of that. Well, now what. I got an idea, let's go back up to where the break is in the fence (400 yards back by the wood line), and I'll whistle them up. No way he says, they aint gonna come. If they hear me, I think they will. We hiked back in there (should have put the snow shoes on) and I start whistling for all I'm worth.

Sure enough here they come a running, and go right back into the pasture where they went through the fence. Son couldn't believe it. See, every time I put their hay out in the winter, I whistle to 'em. They know me and my whistle means feeding time.

Anyway, no more stories tonight, I'm hitting the hay....

 

I'll show myself out.

Sirscrapntruckalot - Somewhere over the tainbow ...

 

One time in McDonalds bright and early south of Reading as the crow flies. (I'll have to go back and find it, its been rebuilt or replaced since then) anyway. three sides of empty parking 630 am sharp, flatbed unloaded and hungry. Pulled around back took like 15 spaces in the shade. Way out of the way, room for 60 more cars to park.

I go in, put together breakfast and start munching on it.

This angry person comes in. Says to me that my truck out there? (Duh, lady. My company hat matches colors and logo to company tractor colors and loco eh?)

Yes.

You are in my spot. Move it.

Now mind you I just finished a battle royal with my tarps and was short fused. Pulled the big keyring with 100 keys on it, slammed it on the table and barked at her....

"You move it."

She meekly parked down here near the street. Got her purse as they always do before battle marched in straight to the manager. Poor Manager got henpecked. While the one way yelling was downrange I quietly packed up the meal in a go box and hit the road.

It was a good meal. I refuse to let that bother me too much.

But boy the trucking boss would love her driving that thing wouldnt he?

 

That's right so my dumb ### says to wife what the hell 80 is open we ain't doing anything let's roll. Get to castle peak and the wonderful drivers got it shut down. So we yanked off the chains and heading home. I am such a

 

Wife and I used to sit and have what we call war councils over a disagreement.

Yes.

No.

Yes we are.

No we are not.

But..

No buts.

and so on.

 

Dude...you can't leave me hanging...your such a what?!

Did she shank you? Are you dead? Coronaed(new word, trademark pending) Hit a bear? Hit a fuzzy bear? Get attacked by a rabid cow? A jerk? an #######? An Idiot? Rich man? Powerball winner? Disney fan?

GAH!

Reminds me of the old 80's cliffhanger endings....

Now I Have to follow this thread to find out "I am such a" ending.

With a corona virus raging all around, shutting down cities, destroying the world's supply of Toilet Paper, I'm worried about the ending of InTooDeep's post. Priorities people, priorities.



Sirscrapntruckalot - Stay tuned to see what happens on the next episode of "What if it snows?"...

 

Its so easy to scare a bunch of preteens at a camp fire in Greentop. Like taking candy from the baby.

It was a dark and stormy night the wind was in the trees and the leaves betrayed your position to nearby predators... and work through the forest with words until all of them are leaning forward.

Then introduce the drunken counselor. He goes deep in the woods to hunt the campers and drag them all back to have a lecture in cutting fish. (Something not too many students in that age were excited about, let's put it that way) And here is this snuffling that follows the now paranoid drunken counsler as the children huddle around their legs.

You are doing well if you see the campers hang on to each other.

Then leave them sitting wondering when you finally confess that the counsler has been out there around the camp leaving the odd can to show where his ghost has been.

When they make the connection between ghost and formerly drunk counseling it gets them going.

 

Lol I says it right there in the first sentence. I'm such a dumb ###. Knew I should have just stayed home. But now I'm way behind in a bind and trying to go over again today. Stay tuned to the further adventures of dumb ### lol

 

Selling the old pickup to cover costs of repairs to the new truck I am getting.
Some one asked me what I thought the bottom dollar was. I said $1600
They replied with I will give you $500.
Told them they can "Go to HELL!!!!"

Talk about not even being close.