HORSE TRAILER USED FOR WHAT – JANIE LILES
I have to tell a story on Jim. The parking lot at our Gilbert Days IPRA Rodeo wasn’t the smoothest lot. My friend Jeri Lilly, a great trick rider, and I, saw Jim going into the horse trailer to do what every cowboy and cowgirl had done. I’ll let you figure that one out. So Jeri and I looked at each other with a gleam in our eyes and a smile on our face. We made a bee line for the truck. Got in, put the keys in, and slammed on the gas. The trailer gates were waving in the wind and we couldn’t really hear what Jim was yelling, but I probably couldn’t put the words here anyway. Jeri and I were laughing until tears flowed. When we circled the trailer and went back to park, it is needless to say that Jeri & I locked the truck doors until Jim went back to the arena.
Ladies I know you have some stories you could tell!
SWIMMING WITH THE SNAKES – JIM LILES
In the seventies I flew back to Oklahoma on occasion to work some rodeos and when I did I sometimes stayed with Tommy Crandall. This crazy little guy was one hell of a bull rider, but you had to keep a tight rein if that was even possible.
We were leaving a little town after a rodeo and headed back to Tulsa to catch a plane. Just outside of town we picked up a County Mountie keeping an eye on us. Tommy says, “Jim, put this baggy down your shorts.” You know us Okies, we don’t wear none. He continues, “They can’t search your shorts here in Oklahoma so you are good to go.”
Well, when the belly gut laughing subsided I told Tommy, “You better start eating that stuff because I was born at night, but it weren’t last night.” He proceeded to stuff that crap down the seats of that big Cadillac of his and we eased on down the road, yup, on the road in Oklahoma.
We were in between rodeos there outside of Muskogee, hotter than hell and humidity about 90%. Tommy says to everyone, “Hell, lets go down to the creek and go swimming.” That sounded like a great idea to all of us sitting around doing nothing so off we go. There was a little creek with the greatest little pond I had ever seen. Just like out of one of those old pictures in Post magazine. Big trees, rope swing, the whole nine yards.
We had been swinging and having a heck of a time for about thirty minutes and I was on the far side of the pond. I started to swim upstream where the creek came in to the pond and Tommy Crandall just started screaming at me. I stopped to listen and he says, “No, no, don’t go up there. That is where all the Cotton Mouths hang out.” Well, that is where I found out the Jesus wasn’t the only one that could walk on water and I never went swimming in Oklahoma again.
Please add your own down the road rodeo stories!!!! – JIM LILES