Fired by bosses wife

I was 16 when i left the CCM Ranch, they had gotten me a job with a trucker, Jim Hutton.
Jim had a wife, I think she was 18, and a 10 year old son.Im sure he was in his 40s.
I moved to their place in Haney and lived in a room he had built in his garage.
I soon noticed that many times when JIm left for work his wife ,Rose, Got on the phone and then somebody would come by in a car in pick her up. Or some man friend would come to the house and stay in her bedroom for awhile , then leave.
Sad part was, the boy would be home and he slept in the same bedroom as Rose.
Soon I was sneeking around after dark and peeking thu the windows.
Many times i would be outside the window, masterbateing while Rose was getting it from some man or laying in the bed masterbateing. I sometimes thought she new i was out there watching, i guess she enjoyed it as much as i did. I remeber her telling the boy to go to sleep and he would lay in his bed like he was asleep but of course he was watching all that went on.
There were many times when Rose made it clear that i could have some if i wanted it but i always found some silly excuse to get out of it. I guess I was shy or for whatever reason. I dam sure wanted it but always ran away when it came right down to getting it. Of course i was a virgin at this point, I hadnt even been with Mona yet :).
Anyway, all of this went on for a year or so. Then one day I walked up to Roses bedroom door and there she stood, bare assed naked,and she was just standing there with a big smile on her face. Im sure I only looked for a second or even less, but it seemed like a long time before i just turned around and walked away. And acted like it never happened.
A few days later when Jim left for work I walked into the house and she told me i was fired and had to leave. I forget what she said was the reason, but i new it was because I wouldnt fuck her.
I went to my room and started packing my stuff. As i was packing the boy walked up to my door and yelled, "Pack up your shit and get out"
I remeber looking at him in disbeleif, and feeling sorry for him because he could be influenced so easily by that woman that didnt give a shit about him. And him and I had always been friends.
I hate to say it, but because of the way he was raised, i bet that boy grew up to be a worse hellyen than i was. I bet he grew up full of hate.

My first calf

I was 15, liveing at CCM Ranch (Central City Mission Ranch. boys home ).Sinse I had come to the ranch I had always shwn a dissire to work in the barn and be around the cattle.
One day I was walking across the farm yard when Kieth Hamelton, called at me from the barn. HE waved at me to come on the run, I ran to the barn and there was my faveret cow, laying on the floor trying to push out a baby.
I wacthed in amazement as she pushed and slowly the little cafe started to come out. all i could see was the front feet comeing out and Keith grabed the feet and tryed to help. When the cow pushed ,Keith pulled, soon i could see his nose, then his whole face, a couple more pushes and his head came out, then the rest came out real easy. we dryed him off with a grain sack and he was fine.
I remember it was a boy because a couple months later i wathed pop hagerty casterate him. He was showing me how to do it. The calf was standing and Pop was standing beside him, Pop just leaned over and grab him by the balls. The calf kicked a few times but couldnt kick to the side so Pop was safe. First he cut the sack open with his jackknife, then he pulled the testacals out of the sack one at a time and cut them off.
The calf never did grow very fast and i remembered Pop and the other guys that worked there, talking about how worthless that calf was. But he lived and that was all that mattered to me. I didnt then and dont now have a big desire to have show animals that are in great shape. I just like to have animals.

Shot In The Dong"

When i worked for the trucker,Jimmy Hutton, I always seemed to be doing things wrong or fucking up in someway. Everytime i fucked up Jim would tell me i needed a "shot in the dong".
So before long i had a new nick name. "Shot In The Dong"
Jim proberly new i was a virgin and that was what he was refiring to but i just figured i was a fuckup and i kind of liked the name cus I always enjoyed negitive attention.

My first woman

I was 19, lived in Harrison Hot Springs where i worked as labourer at the Harrison Hot Springs Hotel.
I somehow ended up at a party in Haney. We were all drinking beer and of course trying to make out with the few girls that were there.
When the party broke up i ended up with one of those girls she had agreed to come to my place and then i would bring her back to Haney. It was at least a 30 mile trip one way.
When we left Baldy ask me to give him a ride home. He lived on the indian reserve at Harrision Mills, which was about halfway to myplace.
Baldy was a pretty big guy with a reputaion for fighting and the like, I sure wasnt gonna tell him no, and to be honest i was kinda proud that he had ask me for a ride.
I had a 52 chevy, i drove and Baldy got in the front seat and the girl got in the back seat.
when we were getting close to the reserve Baldy leaned over and wispered in my ear"Lets rape her". I was shocked and really scared, i figured this indian could take me out any time he pleased. I was afraid to tell him to get out of the car but i sure as hell was not going to rape anybody.
I just kind of ignored him and acted like i never heard him. We drove for a ways then he leaned over and said it again. Again i ignored what he said and kept driveing. WE got to the reserve and i was sweating, not knowing what to expect. Finaly we pulled up the Baldys house and his wife came running out , yelling and sceaming wanting to know where he had been all night.
Baldy got out and i just drove off with the girl. I am sure baldy had done that kind of thing before and I felt lucky to have gotten out of there when we did.
So now i took the girl to my place and we got right into bed. I had never done this before with a woman so im sure i was clumsy as hell and she was no better.
Well at first i thought i was going to break my dick off trying to get it into her. I dout if she was a virgen but it was possible. I finaly did get it into her and it didnt take very long to get finished.
I rolled off of her and lay there on my back with the sheets pulled tight around my neck so the smell wouldnt get out. It was bad,real bad. I remember tasteing salt when i sucked on her boob, she proberly had bathed in no tellen how long.
At 5 AM i got up and drove her home just to get rid of her. Dont remmember her name, likely never did know it. I took her back to Haney and dropped her off on the street, never did see her again, or want to. Neighter one of us enjoyed it one dam bit. I remember thinking "There has to be something better than this ,I hope they dont all smell like this" Yuko

My first job

I was 14 and out of school for the summer. I had vacationd in the Okanogan with my family and had developed a real likeing for that part of the country.
One day I just walked off down the road and started hitch hikeing, and someehow or other iI ended up in Penticton.
I slept under a bridge on the main highway. The first morning i woke up there I walked off on a back road that went up into an orchard. I walked the road for awhile, then went into a farm house and knocked on the door. The farmer came to the door and i asked if i cold get a job picking cherries. He hummed and hawed a little bit then said it was a little early but he could use me if i stayed all summer.
I was so excited that i acualy had a job.
The farmer took me out in the orchard, showed me what tree to start on and left me there to pick cherrys.
I grabed handful after handfull ,puting them in a sack and then down the latter to fill boxes (flats)
It didnt take long to get tired of picking cherrys and start wishing i was somewhere else. I kept at it, hateing it more all the time. I had a few flats filled with cherrys when the farmer showed up to see how i was doing.
he looked in the flats and said " O no, These are no good, you pulled them off the stems"
That was when i found out you were suposed to pick cherrys with the stems still attached, because the cherrys spoil real fast if you take the stem off.
So then the farmer showed me how to reach up and pull the cherries off by their stems.
He said he would take the bad cherrys to his road side stand and maybe he could sell them that day or they would have to be thrown away buy the end of the day.
He left me to pick more cherrys (the proper way) and he would be back at lunchtime to check on me.
Well i went back up the latter and started pulling cherrys off by their stems. It took twice as long to pick them this way and i hated it more every minute
It wasnt very long before I was comeing down that latter and walking off thro the orchard, looking for a road to get the hell out of there.
The farmer had said he would give me some money for the cherries he took to the stand but I wanted out of there more than I wanted any money.
So that was the end of my first job. Hired and run off and it wasnt even lunch time yet.
Never did see that farmer again.

Bark on the car

Dave Jackson and I road our bikes to Stanly Park. We road around most of the day thought the park trials and roads. We stopped at the overpass just off the end of the Lions Gate Bridge
As usual we were jut looking for something to do. We stopped on the overpass and watched the cars go by for awhile. Then we started to wonder if we could hit one of those cars if we dropped something at just the right time.
Next thing you know, we are walking into the bush and come back with a huge chunk of bark off the 200 foot high trees in the park. It must have weighd about 100 lbs, cus it took 2 of uss to carry it. Well, we werent that big then, maybe 50 lbs, anyway it was a preety big chunk of bark.
We set it up on the concrte rail over the busyest triffic lane. Then we broke off peacess of bark about the size of our fist and tried to drope them on the cars as they came out from under the bridge.
We couldnt get the timeing right cus the cars were going too fast. So Dave got on the other side of the bridge and yelled when a car was comeing. When he yelled "now" I droped the peace of bark. Missed again. We tried for a long time to hit a car but then tired of the game and decided to go do something else.
Well, we had already hauled that big peace of bark out there and we werent going to just let it sit there on the rail. So, we pushed it over the side.
It seems now, i watched it falling to the road in slow motion and SMASH into the hood of a blue car. I saw the hood cave in and the car went slideing and turning down the road. Tires sceaming with the brakes locking up all four tires. I was amassed that the bark stayed on the smashed in hood till the car stopped. We watched till the car stopped. There was lots of traffic and cars were screching and slideing everywhere trying not to hit each other.
IT all happened in a few seconds. We looked at each other with eyes as big as soccers and ran for our bikes. jumping on at a running start we headed down the road and into the bush at the nearest trial, we pedaled for all we were worth for as long as we could then hide our bikes in the bush and started walking.
WE never did hear anymore about it. WE did worry about it for many days, expecting a cop car to show up at our homes anytime.
We figured we were lucky nobody got hurt, there was a lot of traffic and i dont hink any of those cars hit each other. We always said if we had pushed it off one second later it would have gone thro the windshield of that car and killed the driver.
I even swet a little bit when i think of it today

Overnight in Stanley Park

Rick and I spent the day in Stanley Park, we loved it there and there was always stuff to see and do.
This time we decided we were going to stay in the park overnight. We were about ten years old. We walked around the park till way after dark. We new we were in trouble when we heard the nine oclock gun. Rick was always suposed to be home when the nine oclock gun went off.
The nine oclock gun was a cannon in Stanly Park that fired every night at nine oclock. It could be heard over most of the Vancouver area. i asume it is still there but im sure now i will be fired by a computer.
We decided we would sleep in one of the many garden areas near Lost Lugon. We were walking around near the road when a car pulled over and a uy came over to talk to us. Before we knew it we were sitting in a undercover police car and luckily the guy was a undercover cop.
Many kids have gone to Stanley Park and never been seen alive again.
The cop called our parents and we had to wait for them to come and pick us up. i remember mom pulling up in our 52 chevy. and Ricks dad picked him up.

Horseshoe Bay, inocents lost

When we were older, teenagers or close to it, We went to Horseshoe Bay. Dont remember how we got there ,by bus ot hitch hikeing.
This time we went swiming alright but not just at the beach. We went in at the beach, but then with fins and snorcels we swam out to where small pleasure boats were ancored in the bay.
We swam to the back side of the boats and climbed on board and rumaged thro all the stuff on the boat. and we stole whatever we could carry back to shore. On one boat i found a tackelbox full of tackel and tools, I got it over the side and and started swimming to shore, the lid was locked so it mostly flooted and was easy to swim with, as the air leaked out of it , it got heavyer and heavyer, I tryed for all i was worth but it kept sinking and pulling me underwater. Finally i had to let it go and watch it sink to the bottom.
I dont know how we got away with all that as anybody watching from the beach could see what we were up to. we never did get much of value , it was more about just getting away with it.

Horseshoe Bay,the inocent days

When we were little kids, our dad took us fishing at Horseshoe Bay in West Vancouver. We would swim at the beach and Dad would rent a small boat, we called it a put put, It was not much bigger than a row boat and had a small inboard motor. Dad had a big ole rod and real with a big flasher. He would trol for salmon. I dont remember him ever catching one but it was fun to ride in the boat and of course we had our little fishing rods that we played with and also didnt catch much. The only fish i remember was one my brother Tom, almost caught. Tom had his line troleing behind the boat when he got a bite. It was a big one and we were all excited as Tom tried to real it in. He tried for what seemed like a long time and then Dad took the line and started pulling the fish in. He got it close to the boat, I could see it flashing in the water as it fought the line. I saw it come pretty close to the surfas and remember thinking it wasnt a salmon because its belly was white, not
silver like a salmon.
Anyway it fought the line for awhile and then it got away. We thought the line had snapped.
I remember Dad bringing in the line and looked at it where it had suposedly broken. Dad didnt say anything but wwhen i looked at the line i could tell it hadnt broken but had come untied. Dad had tied the hook on the line and i rembered him telling Tom that he wou;ld tie it because Tom didnt know how.
I said "look, it didnt break it came untied because dad had cut the line to short"
Dad kind of ignored what i said and then mom said something to smoth it over and change the subject.
I hate to say it but i think my brother Tom kind of got a raw deal from our dad sometimes. I guess , even when we were little
Anyway we all had fun on the put put fishing trip and told the story of the big fish that broke the line for a long time afterwords.

Picking my nose

   At the same intersection  where i looked at the woman and ran into the truck, some time latter.
   I pulled up in the line at the red light. I was sitting there minding my own business, had just come from work and had some dried cement in my nose. ( I was a bricklayer)
   I think i had my finger into my nose up to the first knuckle  when i looked beside me and there was a kid looking at me.  He punched his buddy on the shoulder and pointed at me.
    We all laughed like hell and went on our way .

CRASH

  In my 30's i was a woman chaser. Not sure why, except all the usual reasons, I think it was mostly just a silly ego trip.
   One day i pulled up behind another pickup stopped at a red light.
A car pulled up beside me and the driver was a good looking woman. She didn't like me looking at her so she pulled ahead to get out of my line of sight.
   When she pulled ahead I thought the light had changed.  With my eyes still on the woman i stepped on the gas to take off.   CRASH,  I slammed into the pickup in front of me.
  Of course the gal thought that was funny as hell and started laughing.  And when I thought about what i had done I laughed also and that was just the time when the driver of the pickup walked up to my window.   He was already mad and when he saw that i thought it was funny he really got mad.   I didn't even get out of my truck, i just asked him if there was any damage. He looked his truck over and decided there was no damage because i had my spare tire hanging on the front of my truck and it was the tire that hit his bumper.   He was madder than a hatter, called me "asshole" and got back in his truck.
   Later that day i got a call from the RCMP,   they told me they got him cooled down and were just checking to see if there was no damage.
    I never heard from the police or the guy again, but i bet that woman still laughs about it .   And so do I