Have you ever had one of those moments when you look down at your attire to see that you’re covered in dirt and hydraulic fluid and think, “Hmm… I think I’m going to have to write a blog about this.”? No? Wow. I must just be weird then.
Anyway. On my most recent trip to the vast, bovine populated expanse of grass covered sand dunes that I so dearly love, I happened to experience an entertaining little venture with my cowboy. Since fuel is expensive (I’ll stay off my soapbox about that one) I hitched a ride with some friends as far as they would take me, and he made the rest of the trip into town to pick me up. Being efficient and stuff, we picked up some parts and pieces for the ranch and made a late evening stop at the mechanic shop to pick up some oil and some hydraulic fluid. It warmed my heart to see that they could leave the supplies out on the loading dock and nobody would steal them before we got there. It also makes me sad that the rest of the world can’t still operate that way, but I digress. There were several buckets of different kinds of oil, a box of antifreeze, etc., etc., and one big 50 gallon barrel of hydraulic fluid. Since the loading dock was relatively level with the flatbed, Cowboy just used the barrel dolly (which has some nifty little latches and levers to keep it from rolling away!) and some two-by-fours to roll the barrel neatly onto the flatbed. Minimal effort, no big deal. Unloading them the next day was equally as effortless, until we got to the big barrel.
So, how was the best way to go about harnessing a 50 gallon barrel so that it will not roll out of its restraints? I suggested a crossways system, using one lateral and one lengthwise strap, but he decided that it might be safer to secure the ratchet straps (those things sure are nifty) to the barrel laterally, and then use a metal bar to suspend the system. Sounded great. So he wrestled the barrel around and got the straps situated. “Oh shoot.” He said. “My come-along is in the other pickup.” “Well let’s go get it.” I said. “Nah, it’ll be fine. I’ll just use these chain locks instead.” This smelled similar to the uh-oh of the pheasant ordeal and so I asked again, “Are you sure? I can run get it, it will take me five minutes.” He waved me off. “No, no, no… I’ve done this before, it’ll be fine.” Oh boy… he might as well have said, “Hold my beer and watch this.”
Later, as Cowboy was proudly relating to the bossman how we had so painstakingly concocted this system to carefully unload his precious hydraulic fluid, bossman shook his head and said, “You know what I usually do? I usually just throw a couple tires down and roll it off onto the tires. It’ll bounce.”
Once again… Cowboys learn the hard way. I’ll just throw my hands in the air and walk away from this one.
Love you dearest. ;)