Another Wyoming windblown story by paul combe

[pcombe]

SOME PEOPLE?

The terrain in this Wyoming Country is a vast expanse of diverse landscapes.
In parts of this state one is regaled by the high peaks and Forrest that the travel brochures expound to attract tourists to the state and are well worth the trip.
But for the most of the state it can be said that Wyoming is a series of plains mixed with high mountain dessert country.
One of the outstanding features of the state is that towns are usually 100 plus miles from one another.

Residents of this state know that the biggest concentrations of people are found in the economic centers of its larger towns, and that there are many small communities that lay claim to most of the rest of the population who number fewer souls than there are antelope on the prairies that surround those communities.

Then there are the folks that make their living on the wide spread ranches that in many incidences encompass B.L.M. lands and make it possible to operate livestock operations.
On many of these ranches there is also the existence of large oil fields and a handful of large coal mining operations.

The ranchers, oil field workers and coal miners are a fairly hardy lot who soon come to understand the unique working climate of this state.
They come to understand that in this country the wind has the biggest chance of killing you and the rest will either freeze you, drown you, or have you standing in mud up to your ass and wiping dirt out of your eyes at the same time or will bite, burn or sting you!
Welcome to the State of Wyoming Y”all!

For those whose subsistence is gleaned from the land the prospect of going into town can be cause for excitement.
Plans must be made to secure all of the supplies needed to exist so many miles from the nearest trading center but once in while a few friends might just head the 60 or so miles into town to kick up their heels on a Saturday night or sometimes a few friends might get out there bikes and head in for nothing more than a ride or just to get a pizza?

Which brings me to my story?

Now I have a friend I will call Dusty (on account of this being a family friendly forum.)
Now Dusty has a reputation for being happy at odd times, surly most of the time, quite often curious to his detriment and the one trait that stands out is that the man really hates kids!
(It’s my suspicion that he will one day go to hell and be a school bus driver!)

One day we rode our bikes to town to fetch a tractor part and decided to grab a pizza at the local pizza hut.
We had our meal and went to the counter to pay (my treat) and there was a lady with a small boy in line at the cash register in front of Dusty and I.
I laid my money on the counter and was talking to Dusty when out of the corner of my eye I saw the boy reach up and take one of my dollar bills and slip it into his pocket,
Now Dusty snarled at the kid and said “Why You Cheesy little son”, at which point I stopped the tirade about to explode and noticed the boys mother giving Dusty a look that spoke of no nonsense.

I turned to her and excused myself, pointing at her sons pocket and allowed as her son had just taken one of my dollar bills and put it in his pants pocket.
If nothing, she gave me a look worse than Dusty’s, reached into his pocket, pulled out the dollar bill, turned it back and forth and said “I don’t see your name on it!
She handed the dollar back to the boy and walked out of the restaurant.

While paying our bill I noticed she left a sack leaning against the counter so when we left I picked it up and carried it out with me.
Just as we started our bikes here she comes and say’s “that’s my sack give it here!”

I held it up, turned it back and forth and asked "is your name Sears Robuck?"
I took a peek inside and tossed it into the travel trunk and we left.

All the way home Dusty is laughing and hollering over at me what’s in the sack Paul?
I just grinned, And snuged my cowboy hat down a little tighter against the wind.

When we got home he just couldn’t help himself wanting to see what was in that sack,
He opened my trunk pulled it out, opened it up and the funniest look came over his face.
For in that sack was a bunch of bull**** just like the rest of this story!

Paul Combe

[kwputt]

Paul your "story" brings back memories. I have relatives in Laramie and can remember visiting them as a young kid. We visited some of those vast ranches south of Laramie. We took a ride one August day up north to the Snowy Range area and several of the roads were already ready closed for the winter due to being snowed in. Beautiful country.

[slick rick]

.......WELL ,,I'VE BEEN HAD...THAT WAS GREAT!

[pcombe]

Paul your "story" brings back memories. I have relatives in Laramie and can remember visiting them as a young kid. We visited some of those vast ranches south of Laramie. We took a ride one August day up north to the Snowy Range area and several of the roads were already ready closed for the winter due to being snowed in. Beautiful country.

i often incorporate the snowy range into a day ride and come out in Laramie before heading back. That is one of the really nice routes possible from the Casper area.

[Lee H. Mann]

great story.............

[pcombe]

great story.............

Thanks jim:
Good to hear from you.
I just thought i would write one to go along with the pull up a stump posting.

[Blondie Gal]

Y'all gotta come to our annual TrikeTalk rally this June in Eureka Springs! You'll fit right in with all the other tellers of tall tales in our triker family!

[pcombe]

.......WELL ,,I'VE BEEN HAD...THAT WAS GREAT!

I sometimes can't help myself.
once in a while i might post one of my stories for peoples enjoyment.
Most of the stories i have written are at least partialy true.
Dusty is real and he may just go to hell and be a school bus driver?
The boy at the pizza place is real and this actually did happen.
I just made up the part about the sack because i liked that ending better.
Paul

[Angelbymyside]

Paul, your story telling reminds me of my Dad. I remember sitting for hours listening to him spin one tale after another. Daddy has been gone a few years now and I sure miss him and his tales. Thank you for sharing and I don't think anyone on this forum will feel "bombarded" by any story that you want to share with us....

[Aussie Annie]

Thanks for the BS story...... You'd fit in well down here at the local pub on a Sat'dy arvo

[pcombe]

Thanks for the BS story...... You'd fit in well down here at the local pub on a Sat'dy arvo

Thank you my dear.
Always glad to B.S. a gal from down under!
I love your signature cat!

[Aussie Annie]