at one time in my life i worked for a little feedlot in chandler arizona. i ran the feed mill, worked cattle and drove a little bobtail truck with a pup trailer. the owner would go to the auction barns all over the state, buy enough cattle to fill that rig and the next mornin i would jam gears to pick up the cattle and take them back to the feed yard. he bought all kinds of cattle, different shapes , sizes and breeds . on one occasion i had to go to the old tucson sale barn. it was a saturday morning early in the spring of the year. when i loaded out i found it was a tight load. i didnt want to come back for just a hand full as i wanted to go to a ropin that afternoon. so i crammed and pushed to get them all on. the last one on the truck was a big ole holstein cow. when she walked on the truck there was just enough room for her with her tail against the slide gate. this gate was right behind the drivers window. it was slotted and had lots of open space in it. that old cow backed up against that gate the minute i closed it and leaned her back end up to it.
about 30 minutes later ime wheelin and dealin down the freeway headed to chandler, thinkin about that ropin that night. up next to my little dave dudly rig pulls a chevey convertable with 5 good looki college girls in halter tops and short shorts. they were wavin and smillen and i was grinnin back. up a head was a rest stop and i was thinkin about pullin in ans offering to lighten the convertables load, maybe have a date to go to the ropin with.ime pointing ahead and yellin my plans and they seemed to be goin for the deal when that damned holstein cow decided to empty her bladder, right into that convertable! needles to say my truck drivin charms didnt carry me to far. all i saw of the convertable was tail lights and a one finger salute!
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