What was your first real job after high school, not including military service? After spending four yrs. in the Navy from 65 to 69 i moved back to Hayes Kansas. The first job i applied for was a pen rider for a stock yard. Now a pen rider is the guy who rides around on a horse most of the day checking Cattle in the stock pens, looking for sick critters, cleaning stock tanks. Also responsible for loading and unloading cattle from cattle cars then herding them into holding areas where there tagged, dipped in a solution to prevent disease ect. Now ill tell ya how i got this great Job.:crazy: I want to give you a description of Bill the yard foreman that hired me. Bill was somewhere around 60 yrs. old and part Indian. He wore a old felt stetson that looked and smelled, as old as him, riding chaps that looked like they could have been worn by Teddy Roosevelt, western style boots covered in cow s@#$ The mans face was so wrinkled you could have planted corn in the creases. A rather large mustache that almost completely covered his mouth, and was always stained with tobacco juice. Bills vocabulary consisted of yup, nope and, maybe. When i met Bill, and told him i wanted to fill out a application for the job, his reply was , ( your application is in the horse barn). On the way out to the horse barn i explained to Bill that i grew up on a farm, and felt qualified for the job. Once in the barn i met Buck a very high strung quarter horse, whose main purpose in life was to hurt humans, and herd cattle. I was told to saddle up the horse witch i did to Bills satisfaction. Well Bill saddled his horse, and off we went. As we are riding down one of the alleys between the pens, Bill reaches over and slaps buck on the arse with his hat. Buck takes off going from 0 to 60 in a split second, then slows down and starts bucking and spinning, when he finally stops i am hanging on underneath bucks neck, with my ankle around the saddle horn. NOT a pretty picture. Bills response was You'll do son, be here at sunrise tomorrow, and by the way that's why we call him buck. I learned a lot about life, from that crusty old cowboy, and i sure do miss him, that's why i had to post this. I would like to hear your stories brothers and sisters.