Fences

After hearing that the fire was out, I went to the house of the people that owned the fence. I had never met them before. The biggest and hairyest man I had ever seen came to the door. I explained what I had done and said I would fix the fence that night or in the morning if his cattle were not close by. He said no, WE would fix the fence after I had eaten breakfast with them. Goes on to say that I was the only one who had ever stopped in all the years he had owned the place, everyone else just kept going.

We became good friends. People just need to be honest but many times they wont be.

A neighbor had the same thing happen one night. He saw headlights in a field and drove down to see who it was. Car full of drunks had taken out his fence and had front wheel in his concrete irrigation ditch. He asked if they wanted him to call a tow truck or else he could try to pull them out with his tractor. They of course wanted him to do it. Problem was that he "accidently" jerked too hard on the chain with his 4020 and tore the h... out of the car. Deputy and tow truck came. Never saw those guys or that car again.

This sort of thing happened almost every weekend in our area. Usually a car load of low riders out cruising the back roads, and almost always Coors involved.