tormenting jack

when I worked at AZL in queencreek there was a feller ther as a cowboy boss who was just a lot of fun to torment.  he was older than the rest of us. our whole crew didn't  have a average age of 30.  we found that jack was just waiting for one of us to do something to him for our entertainment.  to say he had a target on his back was putting it mildly.  while sorting cattle in a ally one day jack noticed partner joe putting some red man chewing tobacco in his mouth. now jack was a smoker but decided to bum a chew from joe. after about 5 minutes of " in and by" jack turned a shade of green , then leaned off the right side of his horse and went to puking. as he was getting rid of the tobacco, the cattle started streaming by. jack pointed to the left and right trying to call the cattle as they trickled by. they didn't make it in the right pens because we were to busy laughin.   there was a feller there from south Carolina. a good cowboy and good to get along with. he gave the impression he was dumb but he was far from it.  one day truck loads of cattle were coming in from the local ranches, one after another.  jack was workin the scales while I and joe unloaded the trucks and put the cattle on the scales. the south Carolina flash and another cowboy were letting them off the scales and penning the cattle in the yard. about 1 p m we got a beak so jack allowed we take a quick lunch break. the flash was elected to stay and guard the scales while we all went to eat. jack had laid out the scale tickets along with the corresponding paperwork for each load  all over the desk. the flash took jacks coffee thermose, took the cup and filled it with water, turned the thermose upside down and screwed the filled cup onto it and then set it in the middle of the desk.  we all got back from lunch a head of jack. we saddled fresh horses and went to the pens.  jack drove up to the scale house , climbed the steps and went inside after looking around to see where we were. in about 3 minutes a yell came from the scalehouse that could have been heard in Montana! jack came boiling out of the scalehouse looking for blood! it seems he had decided on a cup of coffee and unscrewed the cup off that thermose. the water flooded the desk as he took the cup off, ruinning the paperwork!  jack stormed up to us as we set there horseback.  shaking a finger he accused each of us of sabotaging his paperwork. when he reached the flash he was stuttering  and shaking with anger. pointing his finger at the flash he started to speak then stopped, thought and said no not you , your to dumb! and turned and walked away, the flash grinned and said that's right ime to dumb.  as jack drove away we all doubled up laughing, yep he was too dumb!