The Husband's Hair Raisin' Adventure as told by the Husband

Yep, that's right folks. This post is by the Husband. He had a pretty eventful adventure this week and wanted to share it with y'all. So without further adieu, here is the Husband and his story......


It all started when I got a phone call from my bestfriend Dean (aka Rent-a-Husband). He was headed to Shamrock, Texas to pick up our breed bull the next morning. After taking care of some business, I showed up at Dean's around 9:30 pm ( he lives in the world's greatest town Stephenville). We knew we had to get up very early to head out the next morning but we couldn't help but stay up till midnight talkin' bulls, cows, calves, etc. After a few hours of sleep, we rolled out of Stephenville about 3:30 am.

Everything went well on the way up there. We did, however, decide we were way too old to be staying up so late! We were draggin' butt. We pulled into Shamrock at 8:30 am. We got the bull loaded and talked with the Dr. for a few minutes. The bull was up there getting "collected" which means the vet was collecting and freezing his semen. Unfortunately, we didn't have much luck with it. His semen was to weak and didn't make it thru the freezing process. Anyways, we left Shamrock around 9:00 am. We should be back in Stephenville by 2 pm.

The first two hours or so driving were uneventful. Then we turned and headed due south. The 50 to 60 mph wind blowing west to east were becoming an issue. It was hard to keep the truck and trailer on the road and outta the way of the little cars, tumble weeds and dust storms. We even saw a guy who had very recently been blown OFF his motorcycle. It didn't look good but EMS were arriving on the scene as we were trying to get around the accident. All I could think was what was this guy thinking! I wasn't comfortable driving in a one ton truck let alone on a motorcycle!

Shortly thereafter, we spotted the first wildfire....then another and another. We were spotting the wildfires left and right. We counted six fires in less than an hour. Just after passing thru Wichita Falls, we spotted another one. This one was pretty dang big and was to our southwest. Not good. Wind blowing west to east at 50 to 60 and we're headed south. Dean decided it was a great time to tell me about a friend of ours who tried to out run a wildfire a few years back. I was already gettin' pretty darn nervous and did NOT need to hear this story. Our friend made it thru but his trailer floor caught fire. He was okay and got the trailer fire out before much damage was done.

While he was telling the story, we are getting closer to the fire. About that time, a fire truck pulled onto the highway headin' south. After a few miles, we decided we should pull over and let the fire truck get in front of us. We kept our distance from the truck but continued headin' south. Watchin' the fire very closely, we were confident that it was well off to our west. It is very flat and you can see forever. In a matter of 2 miles, we went from thinkin' we were fine to HOLY CRAP! As we were discussing what to do, cars and trucks were pulling over on the sides of the road. The fire truck disappeared in total darkness and we knew were were in trouble.

To be continued......