Growing up at 'Blue Head Ranch' within the ’Ninety Mile Prairie’ in Florida, all I have ever wanted to do, was work cows or drive a truck and I was damn lucky to be able to incorporate the two ambitions into one profession. Not only have I worked for/with some sure enough fine people in the cattle business, I have always been provided with finest quality equipment to do the job with. As a result of this collective effort between truck owners, cattle buyers, feedlots, ranches, livestock markets and many others, we shipped thousands and thousands head of cattle out of Florida and throughout the United States, hell we even spent many a winter in El Paso, Texas picking up Mexican cattle off the Rio Grande River in Santa Teresa and hauling them throughout the midwest, not to mention all the loads of small square bales of good horse quality alfalfa we have hauled back from Wayward Farms in Artesia, New Mexico and into Florida for years now..................making it possible for me to start my own alfalfa business, in Arcadia.........There ain't much we ain't done, and if we ain't done it, then by golly we were there and we seen it done, and in some cases, when we wanted to stand out ahead of the rest of the herd of cow truckers, we lied about it, just flat out lied and said that we were there, saw it done and know the hand that did it, if we didn't go as far as to say we did it ourselves............Why? Because we as a group of unique individuals better known as cow truckers can and will bullshit you and everyone else every chance we get if for no other reason than for the 'sport' of it. 'Unique?', you ask......Any driver who gets stopped for speeding and says to the trooper, 'I don't want to make this any worse than it already is but if I called you a stupid son of a bitch, would I be in even more trouble?, 'you sure would, driver', but what if I just thought that you were a stupid son of a bitch?...'Driver, I can't do anything about what you think.' Well, in that case officer, I THINK that you're a stupid son of a bitch.’,…..Driver, what are you some kind of comedian? No, and I ain't no veterinarian either but I know a horse's ass when I see one'.....Could you jerk an ink pen out of a trooper's hand and throw it across the fence while he was writing you a speeding ticket and get out of going to jail by giving him your new gold plated Cross pen and pencil set?......now see there, these are prime examples of an unique individual at work.......Think about it, did I call him a stupid son of a bitch and a horse's ass, or did I just tell him what I was thinking?..... Here in this example, 'unique' means the difference between driving off in your truck without a scracth on you, or getting your knee caps broke by one of those three (3) feet long 'D' cell battery flashlights and going to jail......... We may not have shook hands and exchanged names but you know who we are because you have seen us many, many times. First, you SEE us in the left lane, coming up fast in your rear view mirror.......
.... then you SMELL our trailer as we begin to pass by you, as we start to pull away from you, you HEAR it, that damn cow bell hanging from the rear bumper, and then gosh darn it, you READ it, there it is, of all the audacity, there in the botton right hand corner, a bumper sticker of white background and blue letters, just below the only other bumper sticker on the trailer that reads "Your Mouth Looks Like A Car That Has Rear-Ended A Truck, In Other Words, You Have A Screwed Up Grill", but this one has only four simple words on it, instead of twenty words like the former..........."REHAB IS FOR QUITTERS".......WHAT?! What the hell is that suppose to mean, some smart ass oxymoron statement? And in less than three minutes when you thought that only now had you seen and heard it all, while still pondering the meaning of the last bumper sticker instead of paying attention to the speedometer, you meet an oncoming Florida State Trooper between Okeechobee and Brighton on Highway 70, who turns around, stops you, walks up to your car singing (pause my Dizzler music player above my 'About Me' and play this video now).....
, and starts writing you a speeding ticket for 66 mph, when you ask him why he stopped you instead of the cow truck only minutes ahead of you when it was running well over 110 mph and you give him the license plate number, Florida 'FEEBEROMTAE', that you got off the front bumper as I was coming up behind you to pass and the trooper looks at you as if you were crazy, shakes his head as he tries not to piss his pants while laughing his ass off when he tells you what any fool knows, "First of all, that license plate number you just gave me, it reads , second of all, that was 'Damn It Remus' in that cow truck and he was running 114 mph, my car only runs 140 mph and I couldn't turn around and catch up to him before he got to the Stockyards in Arcadia but I could catch you. Now, I did stop him once, years ago and I'm not really sure whether he called me a stupid son of a bitch or said he just thought I was but I'll tell you what I do know, that cowboy ain't right"................."Here's your copy of the traffic citation sir, welcome to Florida, you have a nice day and damn!!!, what the hell happened to your wife's grill? I mean face.". ............. It's a hard life but a happy life.........
......... Even ProRodeo was good to me, as I was 1 of among only 15 Rodeo Clown Bullfighters throughout the U.S. to be invited by Diamond D Sports to compete in the International Professional Rodeo Association's 1985 Pauls Valley, Oklahoma Invitational Only Bullfight Match, drawing Wendel Ratchford's bull #103, and got eliminated during the third and final round because I zigged when I should have zagged, and ended up with a broke arm, wrist, hand and 2 fingers......The bull might have broke some bones but he ain't even scratched or dented my pride or ego....

besides, I did meet an ER nurse in OKC who gave me her telephone number, and if my girl friend had not been with me, I'd hit that three (3) times and then came back for more, damn that Okie nurse was fine............Although I felt like crying I didn't by golly but I did flop like a fish out of water when Rodeo Clown Bullfighter Lefty Graves of Missouri stepped on my broke hand as I lay on the ground....I felt like I just got back from hell................. ProRodeo and the cattle business both have allowed me to do what I always wanted to do and things that I never dreamed of doing, with never a dull moment, compared to having to settle for finding something I could do....Hell, every day is a rodeo when working with cows.................Where the road doesn't stop and the party never ends.................................... Then, in 1988 and 1989 I made my way into the national news media spotlight and onto the pages of Time, Newsweek and People magazine, and right in the middle of the case, State of Florida vs James Joseph Richardson, Case Number 3302-D which rocked Florida's judicial system to the core. It's said that you learn from your mistakes and boy, did I.…....learning first hand how copper wire was made when I saw two attorneys in the middle of the courtroom fighting over a penny. I also learned that during a trial attorneys talk forever, charge by the hour and yield nothing ...............................It was all of these things and so many more that made me who I am today and for that, I am grateful...................What's important, is not where I’m from but where I am going, not who I am but how I present myself, not what I say but how I say it, not what I stand for but what I damn sure won't stand for………………On an unrelated note, it must be true that the longer you live with your pet, the more you look alike. My neighbor came over just this morning and chewed my ass out about how 'Re-Ride' keeps humpin’ his wife’s leg whenever she’s in the backyard hanging clothes on the line, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that 'Re-Ride' has been dead for more than a year now......................Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is nothing new, when I was a kid, one of our neighbors had it but Daddy called it 'The sorry son of a bitch won't never amount to shit'...........Do you know why they paint

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tractors green? So they can hide in the grass when they hear a cow truck with a Caterpillar engine coming................One last thought. If your life is boring, it is because you're a boring person................................ More than 96% of the above is true about me.............................................





YOU CAN LAUGH AT MY BEHAVIOR, THAT'LL NEVER BOTHER ME, SAY THE DEVIL IS MY SAVIOR, BUT I DON'T PAY NO HEED......Why? .....I just got back from hell......

In life, there is a thing called 'The 10% Rule' and what it means is that you must be 10% smarter than what you're working with. And it means that in this world, if you're working with people, you better be 10% smarter than they are........