Thanks, Al! (a bit long)

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Al, posted a joke that reminded me of an old rancher I knew about 25 yars ago. His name was Andy Broyles and he was a real old west cowboy. I met Andy while working an oil well on his ranch in central Texas. He was 93 years old at the time and still lived at home on the ranch. He would come to my trailer on the drilling location every morning, have coffee and tell me stories of his life. One day we were standing outside having coffee and looking over his ranch. He still had a small herd of about 50 cows. He couldn't run more than that b/c he herded them on foot as he could no longer ride a horse. He told me a joke that day that I've never forgotten. It may be a bit corny, but it made me laugh (as did most of our conversations).

Two bulls, one old and one young, were standing in the pasture looking across the fence at all the hefers. The young bull said to the old one, "Why don't we jump this fence and have us a bunch of them hefers?"
The old bull replied, "Why don't we crawl under it and have one?"

Andy then told me that I reminded him of that young bull. No, I'm not exactly sure why, but it made me laugh nonetheless. Andy always made me laugh. On ocassion some of the oil company folks would ask me why I let him take up so much of my time. The answer was quite simple. I enjoyed Andy's stories... especially the ones about his experiences in the old west and the cattle drives. I came to value our friendship and was glad to have Andy's near constent interuption. I think Andy needed our daily talks as much as I. He had two children, neither of which was interested in the ranch. I remember feeling pity for him. What I'd have given to have something like that in my family. My grandfather was a share cropper in west Texas and a traveling preacher so he had nothing like that to pass on to his family. But we were very close. My grandfather had passed on by the time I met Andy and I think he may have reminded my of him some.

I ended up working about a half dozen wells on Andy's place and our friendship never waivered. He passed away a little over a year later and the kids couldn't wait to sell off the old man's place (except for the oil rights, of course). If I could have afforded it, I'd have bought it. But alas, all I have are my memories of this grand old gentleman. And they are memories I'm quite fond of.

Thanks, Al, for bringing Andy back to the forefront of my mind. I would that all could have such an experience. It has truly enriched my life.
 
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Thank you for sharing your story, Billy ..... it is a great reflection of how much Andy meant to you. You did a wonderful job of telling the story of the old rancher. I read it at least several times. You, my friend, are one dang good story teller!
 
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That's a great story, but the way I heard it down Texas way, the young bull said let's run down there and get one of the heifers.... The old bull said let's just mosey down and we can have them all.

Those old Texas cowboys were a breed all unto themselves though... at 79 my mother married a local rancher who was about 88 or 89 at the time.. he was still running about 400 acres with around 200 or so head of cattle, all by himself... he'd call in a young man to help him with the marking and castrating, but the feeding and hearding, hay mowing and such he did himself until he died at 95. Right after they married he was in a small auto accident, someone sideswiped him and bruised him on the hip... it kept getting worse and finally the doctor said he needed to have a hip replacement at 88.. He was told that it would take about 6 months to get back to normal.. after about 3 months, he was fretting so because he couldn't see his cows, Mom put him in the truck and started out to check on the cows... She wound up running off into a hole in the pasture and stuck the truck. After sitting in the truck a few minutes, Arthur said "well can't sit here all day" got out and walked about a mile back to the house, climbed up on his BIG John Deere and went back for the truck.. He didn't sit down again.. tough old bird.. and one of the finest men I ever knew.
 
LOML's father was an old cowboy, left home to make his way in life at 14. Fought in WWll and was wounded. Drove cattle and was sitting on a horse most of his life. Was a millionaire a couple times also. We live out in the country, Roy and Leona lived about 5 miles down the road. He like your friend Billy, had great stories and I loved listening to him.
 
Great stories and good timing for me. I only lived in Texas for 3 years while I was stationed in Grand Prairie but travelled a bit as the MPT subject matter expert for REDCOM ELEVEN (Navy acronyms - if you don't know them it's not real important). Anyway, last night my wife and I went to a concert featuring Taylor Swift, Ronnie Milsap, and George Strait. During George's set he showed pictures of North and Central Texas and I got homesick. Started thinking about what kind of work we could find down there that would pay the bills. Started remembering the pretty country and colorful (and usually friendly) people. Just a pipe dream though as I'm pretty settled in here.

If you don't live there already, I highly recommend a visit to North Central Texas and Southern Oklahoma but plan to make it a long visit - I can't see any way to rush through something like that.

Thanks for bringing back fond memories.
 
Originally posted by wudnhed
<br />LOML's father was an old cowboy, left home to make his way in life at 14. Fought in WWll and was wounded.

LOML corrected me today, hate it when that happens[:(], his Dad left home at 11 and lied about his age to go to war at 14.
 
I love the stories my grandpa use to tell so much I put a camcorder on his TV and started asking him questions about the old days. I did this several times. I bet I have 10 hours of my grandpa just telling stories. My grandpa and I were real close and to be honest with you I cannot bring myself to start watching those videos. He died in 1992, he was 93 years old. Just thinking about him gets me all choked up. Thanks Billy.[:)]
 
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