12 Months, Now What???

I'm thinkin' that it's totally inappropriate
to allow David to be on a motorcycle
without wearin' a crash helmet.

I reckon the family plans to bury David as he sits?
Otherwise, I wonder how they'll straighten him out
so he'll fit in a Batesville?

Where ever he's headed, it appears David is in a hurry
to get there, ---- then again, ...... it could be that he's
tryin' to get away from where ever he's headed.
Like they say; You can run, --- but you'll just die tired.

I gotta admit though, ........ if there's a way to forever remember someone,
well, by golly, posed ridin' a crotch-rocket motorcycle sure beats by a mile
rememberin' someone layin' horizontally in a Batesville box.
No offense intended toward Batesville Casket Company.
I hear Batesville C.C. was the town's claim to fame for quite a while.
Until Mark Martin, of NASCAR fame, opened, --- against all odds and advice, ---
a New Car Dealership, that also houses his museum. The dealership also
handles Roush enhanced performance Blue Oval autos.

The Martin family also had business ties in Batesville.
Julian Martin owned J-Mar Big truck truckin' company, until he died when
the airplane he was flying crashed. RIP........................................................ but,....
.... I digress.
Again.
My bad. :smt047

 

I hauled cattle for about a month with my cousins when I was inbetween jobs, we ran teams from south fla to west texas mostly, and took milk cows to the carolinas for slaughter, we ran every night during the week to different auction barns and took the cows back to a central location where on Fridays we would load up and take off to texas. gone all weekend and come back Monday night start all over. it was go go go till you got them girls off the ease on back to the house and start again. if you can hit a chute at night in the rain you can back anything lol. Also no electric shockers , we had fiberglass poles to poke the ones that wanted to lay down. you get paid by the weight and they lose enough weight just from being nervous on the ride so you didnt want to shock them and make it worse. nothing like walking down the side of the trailer and one of them kick a big pile of sh*&t in the side of your face. If you choose that get some coveralls and leave them in the side box with your rubber boots. Oh one more advantage--if a 4 wheeler is riding beside you and wont pass or get back just tap the brakes, one of the cows on board will either poop or pi&%ss out the side onto their windshield. I would always laugh on that one. nothing like a good grass belly turd flying out the trailer.

 

Dang. That right there is a complete recruitment statement. Gonna' start my research right quick.

 

I was behind a truck driver bullshipper at a toll booth in Kentucky. He paid his toll, then the toll booth attendant walked to the other booth talking to the other attendant. As the bullshipper driver pulled away one of the cows sprayed poop all over the toll booth and inside the toll booth.

 

Religious cows, "Let us spray".

 

Come to central Indiana...just about every type of trucking goes on here or comes through here.

 

I never hauled livestock but I did haul raw hides in my covered wagon. Talk about smell. Bull haulers would move away from you if you parked next to one. LOL. They take the hide from the cow, salt it, fold it squar-ish, stack them on a palate and put a weight on top and let them sit. Invariably this was done at some hot place out west (it was a back haul for me to get me to some metal somewhere) and going too far to make it in a single day - usually Texas. It was always live unload (98% of what I did was live L/D - U/L) and usually not at a dock. The hands would wheel a container over, climb up and toss the hides into the container. The place I went to most was around San Antonio and old. Not a modern factory. Just a place out in the desert with big old stone/ adobe vats. They had a big pole in them that turned and I assume it was some type of brine in it. I didn't ask. We were linguistically challenged to the point of getting unloaded and my bills signed was about all the conversation we could manage. Neat place, though. It wasn't hard to imagine the electric motor that turned the pole was a modern addition and a mule or burro used to turn it. Boy, oh boy did the trailer stink to high heaven, though and salt got everywhere. Had to get the trailer and tarp washed after every load. Steel mills ain't keen on salt in the trailer or on the tarp. It was one of the few times I'd have rather have not had a side-kit. Had to take everything apart - Streakin' Beacon wouldn't wash me - too time consuming and all the "you can't get on the trailer in the wash bay" thing. Had to find a non-chain. PITA loads - but they got me back east bound.

 

Thats the only thing I never been interested in is hauling live stock...the smell is not appealing....and you have to run hard so they wont freeze to death or die from the heat

 

perhaps the niche that you seek could be as simple as pulling an end dump.I have enjoyed pulling one and it certainly requires attention to detail and i still get puckered up when dumping during windy periods.pulling end dumps generally equates shorter load times,no 0200 delivery times,and plenty of variety.It pays very well overall and the shippers/consignees seem to appreciate drivers more so than the other segments of trucking that i have encountered.