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Thought I'd tell a story a customer of mine just related to me.
This young man is on a family ranch in central Nevada and has been waiting for me to ship his new saddle for over a year & a half.

I sent the saddle and also a email letting him know to watch for it. Well he was out riding when ups dropped it by, and his father in law happened to be home.
Daddy in law carefully removed his new saddle from the box and replaced it with a english saddle and taped her back up.

When the young man got in, his wife informed him he had a package. He told me when he seen the english saddle, he just couldn't think strait, all he could do was stare. Daddy in law kept prompting him, is that what you ordered, you otta call that guy.

He said he was heading to the phone when they showed him his new saddle
I was thinking, I'm glad he didn't make that call. The trick would have caught two of us

Was it a pink english saddle.

That's a good one! LOL!

Made me think of a saddle story. When I was in my teens I had a couple other ranch kids up and down the river and we did cow works on all the places when we wasn't needed right at home. It got us around a bit and made life more interesting when you are stuck out in the sticks. Anyway we had this pretty good sized roundup this one big outfit was doing and we throwed in with them. Well this one older guy named Gordon he was great big about 6" 4" and 250 and he was more of a rawson jaw then a real cowboy. He did odd jobs around the place and fencing and haying stuff like that but he wanted to ride. Well he never had his own saddle but we had this one old pelican horned low back with about 17" seat that he could fit in and he always used that when he rode. well he just bounced around a whole lot anyway, and looked pretty bad on a horse so we decided to really fix his ride. We was out at a kind of a camp that had some good stout corrals and working pens and a artesian well but we just had pretty much a wagon outfit but you could drive to it in a truck. Well old gordon got hauled out there and we had this big old half draft bay horse called Chub that he could ride and was plumb gentile but he was rougher than a cobb to ride. Well we took the right stirrup off that old saddle and hid it. Well old Gordon goes to saddle up of a morning and he is one stirrup shy and there are no spares in that camp.Well he whines and moans but thhy tell him , hell Gordon you got the one to get on and off with just go ahead and ride. Well he did but after a few miles you could see the sparks coming off his butt everytime old Chub hit the ground.Well he sure wasn't standing in line to ride the next morning, he was hotfooting it back to the headquarters to lay up and rest his shanks. LOL! Man if had ever found out we did that he would have pinned our ears. We had a good laugh about it, and I reckong the statute of limitations has run out on that deal. LOL!

Good one Mike
I do think folks who work in the outdoors have a great sense of whats funny ( a little sick maybe)
It's the same in the logging outfits or construction. I learned early to be ready to run and don't play a joke on a guy that can run faster than you.

I do remember a buddy in a loggin outfit that started throwing rocks when I started pulling away from him, hard to run and dodge rocks at the same time

R Severe wrote: don't play a joke on a guy that can run faster than you.

That may be the best piece of advise I have ever seen on here

those are pretty good, Makes me wonder what kinda of Pranks folks have played on other Hound guys..

Me and my friend were up hunting and it was one of the first times I took the wife out, She had her pup. Well we were driving around not having much luck when we both watched a Huge Squirel run across the road.

We both said.. Holy Shit did you just see that thing.. the Wife didn't see it and was promptly excited wanting to know what just happend. My Buddy Tim, said huge Long tail just crossed the road in front of the truck... Well we sat and talked for a minute about if we should run it or not... and Decided.. Heck that'll be perfect, Let's give that pup Tanner a try on it.. Should be hot enough to catch it real quick like..

Well My Wife was all excited Proud that we were letting her dog start it, and put the dog down and her Pup Tanner was excited and started trying to work a Track for about 15 yards and just couldn't hardly move it anywhere But she was amped up and trying real hard opening a little hear and there....

Man you could see the dissappointment and Laura was thinking it's getting away, and her dog wasn't doing anything respectable. ( Little did she know it was trying to trail a Squirell Long tail, and not a Cougar Long tail..)

Well after she was utterly Dissappointed and Lost all hope in that Dog we finally let her in on the Gag.. She didn't seam to find it as funny as we did.. Hell It's a wonder she still married me..

We still get a laugh out of that...... By "We" I mean Tim and I "We" Not so much the Wife and I "we" ..

Good one Buddy

Speaking of wives, mine almost killed me then divorced me over putting a baby critter in the pickup with her.
We were heading to town early one morning and a family of badgers crossed the road in front of us. I stopped, got out and walked over to the hole they were trying to crowd into.
They were doin good, except one. He wouln't go in, fraid to take his eyes off me long enough. He'd growl like a grizzly and make a run at my boot trying his best to bluff me out. Little guy was bout 15" long or so but sounded much bigger.
When he made a dive for my boot next I was ready. I got the biggest handfull of fur I could gather in my hand, right behind his head. Worked great, I picked him up and walked over to the pickup to show my bride of one month.

I stopped at the drivers door, holding it up for her to see. She was sitting there with her mouth open and big eyes just not sure if this was good or not. I just couldn't help myself, I dropped it in the window.
To this day I don't know what made me do it, I figured Cindy would head out the other door.

Nope, the two pound grizzly hit the floor and headed for her side. She stuck her feet in the dash, arched her back off the back of the seat and became part of the headliner. I still haven't figured out how she did it but with the badger on the floor on her side she came clear across the pickup and out the same window the badger went in. All this time there was a lot of noise inside that cab.
By the time her feet hit the pavement I was bent over laughing so hard I could barely stand. This gave my bride the chance to land several punches that I could not even begin to ward off.

When Cindy got tired of swinging I had to figure out how to get that poor lil badger outta the wiring under the dash. Good thing wiring is color coded, I had a little splicing to do later.

I had to apologize to both of them for the tramma, the badger seem to accept it cause I could keep a strait face with him.

I hunted wiyh a buddy that was always worried about his truck getting broken into while away on a Cougar track,he'd always be in a rush to leave the tree and get back to the truck so he could keep it safe.We got tired of the deal so one day,knowing where he hid his keys,we pulled a dirty trick.We opened the drivers side electric window full open and poured some broken glass from a wrecked car onto the seat,locked her back up and waited for a distress call on the radio.Well it came and was he bent,"somebody broke out the window"!We he had no choice but to drive the 18 miles back to town with no window at -25 degrees!
He went to the glass shop the next day still mad as a cut cat and they really had a laugh.
Doesn't whine anymore!One day though.....................

A good trick we have had alot of fun with is wiring an old car horn to the directional wire of the trailer light connector of a buddies truck. It is easy to do. Get an old car horn. Wire up the ground wire and one of the directional wires to a pigtail with the right trailerlight connector. Hook it to the trucks trailer light connector and zip tie the horn under the truck. Every time they step on the brake or turn on the directional the horn honks! When the poor unsuspecting buddy is sitting in the cab of the truck they just can't seem to figure out why there truck is making this god awful noise lol. It helps to throw a little doubt into them earlier in the day about a weird noise coming from there truck. They will be thinking big $$$ in repairs instead of a joke had by there "friends"

Have fun, Dan

Good ones guys

I had a old trapper tell me about some of the best honey in the world when I was a kid. I was trying to get trapping secrets pryed outta him when I was about 14.
In the prosses of telling me about a honey based lure, he stopped and told me about the best honey.
He said that the yellow jacket that have ground nests have a little ball of honey down there thats the sweetest honey in the world, then just stopped talking.

I asked him "well how do you get it" Boy that got him all fired up.

He leaned forward and explained all how to go about it.
First he said get you some leather gloves. When you spot the bee's put them on and slip up to the nest real quiet like. He said get you a little pebble that will fit down the hole and drop it in.

Then right quick get your hands in the clapping position on each side of the hole. When you see the first bee start outta that hole just start clapping as fast as you can, when no more come out, don't quit as there's the queen just waiting for you to stop. He said she would make a try for you in a couple minutes so don't stop.

When you get the queen he said you could careflly dig the nest out and get that ball of honey.

Thank the man above I never found a nest untill I figured out he was the kinda guy that lived for a good joke

A large ranch I worked on in AZ was 1,200 square miles and really spread out. The ranch was spilt into several different camps. Each camp had it's own country and had corrals and a bunk house or a house for the camp man.

There was about 4 of us at the time living at Rose Well. The next camp over was Keeseeha and the cowboy at that camp was by himself. Keeseeha was about 15-20 miles away.

In the saddle house at Keeseeha was an old deep freezer used to store grain (they are mouse proof). Well, a couple of us snuck over there early in the morning while it was still dark. We hid in the saddle house with 1 guy in the deep freeze.

Here comes Brad....thinking he is the only human for miles and walks out to the saddle house. When he opened the freezer to get some grain for the horses, the guy in the freezer grabbed him and started to pull him in! The other guy who was hiding with me and I rushed up behind him and started to push him into the freezer. The thing about Brad was that he was one of those guys who was easy to scare..........we probably took a couple of years off his life that morning.