About Me

i was born a small white boy in ranger,texas.my mother used to
drop me alot when i was a baby but it wasnt on purpose she
said.my dad used to poach deer to put food on the table.he used
to throw the deer carcasses to the hogs in the hog
pen.apparently eating meat makes hogs very carnivorous.one
day my sister wanted me to catch a baby pig so we could pet
it.its mother was in a old barn that had been converted to a
hoghouse.i jumped in to catch the little pig and it began to squeal
like crazy.its mother came out and i began to run for my life but
before i got over the fence she grabbed me and pulled me back
into the pen.my sister began screaming and crying and ran for
the house.the huge sow hog was tearing my ass up.i grew weak
from fighting her and she began to drag me back into the
hoghouse as she had so frequently drug the deer carcasses.i
tried to hang on to the door with all my strength but i was no
match for her as she dragged me inside.the inside was full of
bones and hog crap and she began crunching my leg very hard
and i screamed for help.i tried to escape but i was no match for
her.she began biting me and dragging me around the house as i
was screaming bloody murder.i wouldnt lasted very long in there
and when i saw my dad coming through the small door it was a
welcome sight.she let go of me and went for him and i saw the
rifle in his arm raise up then boom.she dropped dead on the
floor.me and my sister had to hand feed the pigs everyday an we
had pork for the next 6 months.

when i was a boy i would leave the house and not come home till
dinner.running wild through the forest with only the company of the
dogs.at the age of 7 i was carrying a 22 riffle.never having seen a b.b.
gun.i came upon a pond and there were several boys there.not
having any friends i went to meet this group of boys.they were
fascinated at the 22 riffle i at there b.b. guns.we decided to surround
this pond and try to kill this big bullfrog that had been eluding us
all.the plan was that they would surround the pond on the shoreline
and kill it with there b.b. guns and if it went out into the middle i
would kill it with the 22.then i could send my dog to retrieve it.they
snook up on the ond and the big ole bullfrog jumped past them into
the pond.we stayed real quite and waited with squint eyed
anticipation.that big ole frog surficed in the middle of the pond and
they gave me the sign to shoot him.i lined up on him and pulled the
trigger.the shot must have ricoshaed off the water and hit one of
them boys right in the stomach.they yelled you shot him and i said no
i didnt.the frog layed dead in the water.i went to look at the boy and
he had a small hole in his stomach and it was bleeding a little.i heard
them boys mother holler and they ran to her and i just ran.them boys
told her my name and damn if she didnt get ahold of my mother.she
told my mother i was a little forest living heathern which was
probably the truth.my life was like that of huckleberry fins.but it was
fixing to change.my mother was determined to show those city folk
that we were just a civilized and proper as the rest of them.i was
never so miserable in my entire life.it was suits and ties everytime we
left the house.baths all the time.no more gun.no more running around
the woods.the kennedy years were here and it was going to be hell
on all kids trying to live up to there parents expectations.

during the civil war it was rummored that a military dispatch caring gold bullion to
the rebel army was murdered by indians in the campo ,colorado area.the gold was
never found.but that was another story.this story takes place in 1994.i was a driver
for scurlock permian in the crude transport business.on a oxy lease in the
campo,colorado area i suddenly but urgently had the urge to take a crap.damn it
was cold and windy and not a good day to be dropping trowsers.the lease,s were
taken care of by sid kraier.he was meticulous when it came to them being clean
and well kept.i decided to go out of the wind between the tanks and dig a hole and
then crap in and cover it back up.this was a good plan.when i walked out of the
tanks with the shovel still in hand sid happened by.i waved and went on about my
business.i didnt realize it till later but sid ,s curiosity had him wondering what i was
doing with a shovel off between his tanks.had there been oil spilled?or what other
reason would i need a shovel in that area?at some point after i left he returned to
the area and didnt see anything spilled but after a close observation of the
surroundings he noticed some freshly covered soil.what on earth could i have
buried and why?he broke out his shovel and dug and there he discovered the lost
and buried treasure of campo,colorado.i happened by and he was feverishly
cleaning off his shovel and the events suddenly became clear.a few days later i
noticed a series of curtasy holes dug around several of the locations as sid is a
good and admirable person.the moral of this story?not everything buried is
treasure.

IT WAS FOOTBALL SEASON AND ME AND BUDDY RAYMOND CASEY WERE IN THE STANDS WATCHING
THE BULLDOGS GET BEAT AS USUAL.RAYMONDS UNCLE MCAURTHOR CAME TO GET US FROM THE
GAME TO HELP HIM CLEAN A 6 POINT BUCK HE HAD SHOT.WE WENT TO THE PARKING LOT WHERE HE
HAD THE DEER IN THE TRUNK OF HIS CADILLAC.UPON ARRIVING AT THE CADILLAC I NOTICED THE DEER
WAS KICKING DENTS IN HIS FENDER.HE SAID IT WAS HIS NERVES AND NO DOUBT HE HAD KILLED HIM.HE
PROCEEDED TO OPEN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR AND THE DEER JUMPED OUT AND KNOCKED HIM DOWN
AND PROCEEDED TO RUN THROUGH THE FOOTBALL FIELD PARKING LOT SCARING PEOPLE AND TRYING
TO FIND A WAY OUT.IT TOOK A RIGHT UP CHERRY STREET AND THAT WAS THE LAST WE EVER SAW OF IT.

WE WERE CRUISING AROUND DRINKING MASS QUANTITIES OF BEER IN A OLD
PICKUP MY BUDDY GILBERT RODGERS OWNED.A HUGE DOE DEER RAN OUT IN
FRONT OF GILBERT AND HE SLAMMED ON THE BRAKES TO NO AVAIL AS THE
DEER SMASHED INTO HIS FRONT GRILL AND SMASHED IT INTO THE
RADIATOR.GILBERT WAS NOT HAPPY ABOUT WHAT THE DEER HAD JUST DONE
AND DECIDED HE WAS GOING TO EAT THE DEER.AT LEAST THE SIDE THAT
WASNT HIT.WE LOADED THE DEER UP INTO GILBERTS OLD TRUCK AND
PROCEEDED TO RANGER,TEXAS.WE CROSSED OVER THE INTERSTATE AND
THERE WERE ENOUGH LIGHTS ON THE OVERPASS TO SHOW THAT THE DEER
WAS STANDING UP IN THE BACK OF GILBERTS PICKUP.SHE WAS GOING FROM
SIDE TO SIDE TRYING FIGURE OUT IF SHE SHOULD JUMP OUT.FINALLY SHE
BAILED OUT AND STARTING FLIPPING END OVER END DOWN THE
HIGHWAY.GILBERT SLAMMED ON THE BRAKES AND BEGAN BACKING UP.DONT
TELL US YOUR GOING TO LOAD THAT DEER UP AGAIN.YES HE WAS.IT WAS
MORE THAN A MEAL NOW IT WAS REVENGE FOR BUSTING HIS GRILL.YES HE DID
EAT THE DEER AND IT HAD ALL THE TENDERNESS AND TASTE OF A REDWING
BOOT SOLE.BUT HE ATE IT WITH A SMILE AS THE SUNSET REFLECTED OFF HIS
BATTERED GRILL.