LazyWP said:
Tam said:
Come on guys fill us in on the wagons. They look like they were in pretty nice shape what did they sell for?
Soap is gonna have to fill you in on most of the prices. The only one I have any clue on, was the big red one. I think it brought $5100, and came back to Gordon NE. I think the wagons were the only thing Soap was interested in, and Buck got to telling stories about the time they got to the wagons, so I'm not sure Soap even watched a wagon sell.
Before the wagons started to sell, I got a got seat on the top rail of a corral panel, right behind the second wagon to sell. The first doctor's buggy sold for $3200. It was an original, but in good shape, and it had been in the movie Dances With Wolves. The front seat had a unique feature, in that it both swiveled to the side or folded down out of the way. These attributes were to facilitate more ease in a doctor working on his patients.
The second wagon to sell was a two seated affair in fine useable condition. I hesitate to use the word Democrat wagon (because that word tends to tarnish the coolness of the buggy), but that may have been what it technically was. It brought $3600. Right after it sold, an older cowboy was walking behind the wagon, so I moved my feet to accommodate him. He said, "This is a pretty nice buggy." I agreed with him and asked if he had a team. He answered that he did have, but had recently sold them and now regretted doing so. I asked where he was from, and he said, "Nemo, South Dakota." I then asked his name, and he said, "Buck Troxell." It had been many years since I had seen Buck, and I knew his dad, Frank, better, but Troxell's started the 4T Guest Ranch at Nemo back in the 1940's. Frank had been neighbors to my grandparents back in the 1920's, east of Martin, South Dakota, and the families have been good friends ever since. It was fun seeing Buck again, and we had a lot of catching up to do. Consequently I missed seeing many of the other wagons sell. I do know that a nice brown freight wagon brought $5100, and the big red hitch wagon brought $5900. That was the highest price paid for any of them.
LazyWP said:
As for the rest of the trip, I didn't realize that I was traveling with a criminal.... shoot, he couldn't even buy a 22 rifle at Wal-mart. :lol:
There was a .22 rifle at Walmart that looked like it would be worth buying for a hundred and forty-seven dollars. Had I been wearing a terry-cloth topknot instead of a cowboy hat, this would have been an easy thing to do. Alas, I am not a transient or illegal immigrant. I have lived within a few miles of the same little country cowtown all my life, sixty years to be exact. The only time my address has changed in this sixty years was when Peach and I got married, about 33 years ago. We got our own post office box number at that time. The post office did put in updated boxes a few years later, and the numbers didn't go up as high as they did before, so we got a new box number at that time. Twenty-six years ago we moved to a different ranch thirty miles away, but still kept the same address which amounted to keeping the same box number.
During all these years I have banked at the same bank. The first check I ever wrote was in the amount of $7.00 for a new felt hat when I was about eight years old. Somewhere in my collection, I still possess that cancelled check, which was written with a lead pencil. Even though I have banked at the same bank all these years, the bank has changed hands four different times. It ain't me that changes; it's the rest of the world. :roll:
The only infractions I have ever had with the law amounted to a few speeding tickets acquired over the years. Even some of them I was able to talk my way out of.
Three years ago I renewed my driver's license. At that time, our county had not updated the Nine-One-One addresses, so my current "new and improved" emergency address was not available. Consequently my driver's license does not have a physical address. Whenever we renew our check supply, we get enough done to last awhile. These don't have our physical address. Even my business cards were made up long enough ago that they don't have my physical address. The Walmart clerk suggested that if I had any mail along that had my physical address, that would help. Not only did I not have any mail with me, but even if I did, it would only have had the post office box number. When any mail comes with my physical address, the postmaster slaps a little sticker on the envelope which reads: "Please notify sender that this is not your proper mailing address." :roll: Good thing I didn't really need another gun, because my request to buy one was certainly turned down. When it comes to stealing identity, I can't even steal my own. :shock: :roll:
Anyway, I have some beefs, and they are all out in the pasture waiting for me to show up and take care of them. :wink:
