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My truck thief is in jail tonite......

Maple Leaf Angus

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Soapweed said:
Quite a few years ago, back when the speed limit was 55, I was in our closest bigger town for the day. They are in the central time zone, and right at six o'clock that evening I was paying for some sacked grain at a feed store. Realizing it was just five o'clock in the mountain time zone, and knowing that a mechanic shop where I did business stayed open until six, I called them to see if they could change oil on my pickup yet that evening. They agreed, but as there was still 38 miles to drive to get there, I needed to hustle right along.

Pulling away from the feed store, I drove onto the highway. Wouldn't you know it, being in a hurry and all, I end up getting in behind a deputy sheriff who lived in the same town as the mechanic. He was on his way home after working all day in the bigger town. He was driving at about 53 miles per hour, and there were two cars in behind him, who were afraid to pass. I gently urged my old pickup and carefully passed one car and then the other. Next I passed the deputy as nonchalantly as possible. Keeping a lid on my speed, I drove about 57 or 58 for a little ways. Finally I got a couple hills between me and the deputy, so I goosed the ol' pickup and really kicked into gear.

Things were going along as planned until I was within a half mile of my destination. Bearing down from my backside was the deputy's Dodge Durango, coming full tilt with sirens blaring and lights flashing. I knew I'd done been had. I stopped and he stopped. I walked back to his vehicle, and said, "Sir, you've got me dead to rights. I know I'm going too fast and sure deserve a speeding ticket. Would you be so kind as to follow me on into town to the mechanic shop so they can change the oil on my pickup while you write up my ticket?"

This deputy had made two or three trips to our ranch that spring, because my then hired hand was behind on his child support payments. I had cooperated fully with the law, and had driven the deputy across several pastures to where the hired hand was fixing fence. My good works paid off, because when he realized it was me, he said, "Oh, it's you, I'll let you off with a warning this time, but try to keep that speed down."

Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued on and arrived in plenty of time to get the oil changed on the pickup.

Soapweed, I believe that you could 'bout talk a momma bear into giving up her cubs!
 

Soapweed

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Robert said:
My brother did something like that leaving the neighboring town late one night, he blew through the one and only traffic light in the whole town doing about 100mph in his Malibu Classic. As he was going over the hill at the edge of city limits he seen the lights of the cop car kick on behind him, so while he was out of site behind the hill he hit the brakes and shut the car off and got out and raised the hood. when the cop pulled up he had the air breather off and was messing with the throttle linkage. He told the cop that when he pulled out the throttle stuck so he tried to pump the gas pedel but that just made the car go faster cause it stuck again when he stepped on the gas.
So he had the cop get in and start his car while he checked the linkage. when the cop started the car my brother was holding the throttle wide open so it really roared and then he let go and made up another bs story about the spring coming off the linkage and holding it open.
Cop bought it hook,line and sinker and didn't write him up :twisted: 8) :twisted:

That is a classic very funny story, Robert.

In his younger days, a neighbor went to school in the eastern part of the state. He had a hot souped up car, and he and a friend were out on the interstate one afternoon. Traffic was very light, so they decided to see how fast the car could go. They got it up to a hundred and forty mph for just a brief period of time, and were delighted with the results. About then they looked back to see a highway patrolman overtaking them with lights flashing. He had been sitting under a highway overpass, out of sight to the speeders. They knew they'd been nailed.

The speeders pulled over, and the patrolman walked up alongside the car ready to read them the riot act. He asked for the driver's license, looked it over, saw the name, and said, "Well I know you. I used to drive a cattle truck, and I've hauled out of your dad's ranch many times."

It was old home week for a little bit, but the officer said, "I really can't let you off with just a warning since you were clocked doing a hundred and forty miles an hour, but I'll be a good guy and drop it down to eighty."

Of course, the neighbor boy was delighted. Once again it was proven that sometimes it isn't what you know, but who you know. :wink:
 

Big Muddy rancher

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Funny that you told that story Soapweed .We had a good laugh last night.

Last week my son got a ticket for doing 40 in a 25 zone. When the police man that he didn't know walked up to him and asked him if he was headed home to the ranch and that he saw the hfrs that I had sold to the man that had just bought his uncles ranch ect ect.. I guess the policeman even knocked the speed down a bit but still gave him a ticket. Well my son doesn't tell me all this but his he told his sister the story and your know girls , they can't keep quiet so she tells me. Well i wait for the opportune time and say I was talking to the man that bought my Hfrs and say that I heard Lane had gotten a ticket. Well he goes on about how he knew i would hear about it and every thing and I rub it in a bit. Every thing goes along fine until he's talking to his sister on the phone and starts to tell her about how I found out about his ticket. Well she can't hold it in and busts out laughing and then he knows I was pulling his leg. You got to know these two but man I laughed so hard last night . Oh what fun we have. :cowboy:
 

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