Muck Boots 'n' Slickers - Life of a Livestock Hauler

if my memory serves me correctly, Gus is from Iowa. Spud might end up with a glitter fascination like Doc had.

 

You are correct

 

And there are those who believe in an "Early Spring", every year...

 

Hard to accept, but much good will come from this. Keep us posted

 

It was 16 degrees yesterday when we were loading fish. The new guy was impressed with his “icicle jewelry”, but not too keen on getting more of it.

25 mph winds overnight, and everyone has calves dropping. Lots of worried faces.

 

@Oxbow was just telling me that he was looking to diversify— starting a bail bond business in central I-O-Way might just be the “Next Big Thing”

 

I probably shouldn’t tell this but @Sons Hero brought it up.

I was give out been running Joplin to Broken Bow Nebraska every day for 8 straight. On the last one Me & Doc was looking forward to a Spaghetti plate and a nap on the edge of Broken Bow. Just bought time were empty Jack calls says “What’s Cooter doin?” I said fixin to eat what’s on your mind?. “Well Sky bought some stockers at Salina reckon on your way back you could get em?” Sure Jack. “No rush get ya nap whatever you need to do take them to the Sallee place and go to house I’ll call you next week”


Now as tired as I was I knew a nap wasn’t gonna work cause I’d die, off to Salina we go without supper. Pull into that #### hole barn in the rain and realize it’s late and we ain’t ate. So off to the Cabaret beside it to get a burger or something. I tell Doc just hold still I’ll be back. I knew better cause he never listened and was like a ghost behind me. I get in there no hamburger to be had so out I go get to the truck and no Doc. So back in that fkin’ place I go and there’s my boy glitter all over his face his tail straight in the air with an oh #### look on his face. I thought I was gonna have to battle a tribe of strippers to get him back. What went on in those few moments I can’t say and I never did get it out of him. We ended up stopping at the Casey’s down the road in Hesston to eat. Get empty and beat feet for home. We walk through the door and he runs to his mama as usual. I hear “What’s on your face baby doll?” And I knew my only way outta that was to blame Gus…..


That’s an honest account of the glitter story. I gotta say he Wasn’t afraid of living life.

 

I hope he’s got good financial backing cause we may need it

 

Ahem ....

 

slicker’n owl snot for sure!