Oilfield Trash, Part 2

I first met Terry back in the 60′s. Growin up in Glen Rose it was hard not to Notice the Starnes. His daddy Logan Had a Propane Bussiness (back then is was butane). He sold gas to about everyone. That’s if you paid your bill. Us post cutters where known to be slow. Of course we could always burn wood. I always liked Terry he was nice to me. Maybe cause I was bigger. I’m purty sure Terry was the President of the High School Rodeo Club, at least Secetary. Terry tried his hand at Rodeo, he was the right size, knew about livestock and had a pickup his daddy gave him. First thing he tried was Barrel Racing, it looked easy and besides you got to meet girls. As we know that did’nt workout. Next he tried Team Ropin, he started out Heelin but the best he could do was a fair Tailer. He Tried Bull Riding but the Judges Noticed Utters where there should be Nutters. Next he Tried Bulldogging but the kids got mad when Terry always got the Ribbon. And then there was Bareback. To this day a cloud of doubt still hangs over Glen Rose Arena. It seems that the horn on Terry’s pickup exactly matched the Horn used by the timers. Yes ,Terry did win the Bareback event. Terry must have been ratteled, because instead of picking up his Ribbon he walked passed the wranglers, jumped the fence and walked over to press box, took the Mic and said. I played Chicken with a Freight Train, I play Chicken with a Freight Train, Freight Train. PS. I love Terry, but tell him the next time he does a Fat Joke about someone in front of 6500 people make sure they don’t have a BLOG. And Terry You won’t believe how many hits this Blog gets