Monday, January 16, 2012
It Ain't Much Fun No More.
The trip to Poth, Texas to buy cattle feed used to be a pleasure. It is always greener that direction to the east of us as they seem to get more rain. The farm-to-market road is good road. Ranches with pretty houses to gaze at in passing and my favorite the one that is just like a red barn. Now companies have rented land for oil field yards along the way and the big trucks are never ending. This is a two lane paved road with a shoulder on either side. I think it is against the law to drive on the shoulder but if I catch a glimpse in my rear view mirrow of one of those big truck barreling down on me I give him room and they don't hesitate to pass even in an unsafe situation at times. I realize time is money to them buuuut what about us farmers and ranchers? I just imagine they come upon a dirty work truck with a little ole' lady with her spiked hair sticking up and a gray headed man talking with his hands telling her how to drive they probably say we have no business on the road because they never nod, wave, or blink their lights to thank me for giving them room. When we get safely home with a load of feed I say a silent prayer of thanks to God. Sometime I want to say "go home oil field workers where ever you're from" but then the people who are leasing thier land making them able to pay off their farms and ranches, fix all their fences, and build big barns probably say "keep going oil field workers". Drive faster and tear up our roads and run those old coggers off the road. Like I said it isn't much fun anymore. It's work and a job to keep the cattle fed.