I remember one day years ago when a travelin' salesman wandered down the road to where we were moving a bunch of cattle across the road from one pasture to another.
By the time he got to our place he wasn't interested in selling anything, he was lost and wanted to find some pavement to drive on.
He drove right up right beside my horse and honked his horn, which din't sit too well with neither of us.. He leaned out the window and hollered, "Hey, you, how do I get back to the highway from here?" Well the ruckus spooked the cattle and they took off.
I spit a big ol wad of tobacco juice on the hood of his car and said, "Well, I don't reckon I'd start from here," and took off to head the cattle back where they was goin'.
He turned around and went back the way he came. He may still be out there some-wheres for all I know.
Had a couple come out to the ranch, drove out in the middle of a hay meadow about a half a mile up the crick from the house, put up a tent and dug a fire pit.. I happened to see smoke and their car and went to investigate.
I asked them if they had got permission to camp where they were..
They said "They didn't think anybody owned this land."
I said "Well I own it."
They said, "Well, I hope you don't mind we're not hurting anything."
I said, "I'd kinda like to git your address if you don't mind."
They said "Why do you want to know that?"
I said, "Well, you're campin' in my front yard and I'd kinda like to return the favor, and come dig a hole in your lawn!"
I watched as they tore down the tent, packed their fold-up furniture back in the car, and put the sod back in the hole like I showed them.
As they got in their car, I said, "Mebbe I'll see you next weekend at your place!"
They din't smile back at me as they drove off.
