Another story from Bunker Hill George used to tell this story but I might have been the only one listening, I had the felling he’d told it before. There is another key figure, George’s partner at the time, but I just can’t bring that name back Since I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who remembers the story I could call him about anything. I’ll just call him “his friend”. It seemed like when George was a young man he might have been a tad rowdy but that might be an unfair observation since I wasn’t around, nope I figure I can make that statement justly. George and his friend were maybe a tiny bit broke. I know that can make really stupid plans sound great, we won’t go into that here. George and his friend were bumming around trying to think of ways to come up with some money. Their only asset seemed to be an old might I add emphasis here OLD Chevy flatbed truck. Actually true ownership could had been in question but no one seemed to be much interested at the time. They were both Midwest cowboys and kept up on prices at Ft. Smith Ark., the largest horse auction in the country at time. They’d heard that Jackasses were bringing big money in West Texas. Back then Jackasses had uses and sometimes were in demand. That’s before they all went into politics. Did I say that? Anyway the plan developed that they’d go to Ft. Smith and buy all the Jackasses they could and make a run to West Texas. We have to realize that banking was a lot different then. They figured they could make the entire run faster than the check could make it back to Bunker Hill. Admittedly Jackasses were sold on Friday night so they did do some planning, I think. The plan went as expected right through buying a truck load of the critters and heading southwest. When they got close to their market they started making phone calls to potential buyers. The response was not what was hoped for. The last call responded “if you show up here with another Jackass I’ll shot you both.” Here they sat with a truck load of Jackasses, hundreds of miles from anywhere much and barely enough cash for a little gas. It was probably a good thing that Jackasses aren’t too demanding about diet. They knew they had to hurry because if that check got back before they did there’d be big trouble or maybe anyway. They rolled into uptown Bunker Hill fairly early Monday morning and George told his friend to pull the trunk right up in front of the bank doors and he’d jump out and go in and try to straighten things out. In those days Mr. Haxel (sp ?) sat right up front in the bank. George entered the bank and sat down right in front of the bank president Mr. Haxel and immediately commenced his tail of woe. George elected to try the plain unaltered truth and asked the bank to cover their check till they could sell the animals. Well it was about a New York minute before the official response was announced. George said “well I guess them critters rightly belong to you now” and calmly rose and started waving his arms at his friend who immediately started unloading the Jackasses right in the doors of the bank. Well folks the real conclusion of this story is they got 6 Jackasses in the front door of The First National Bank of Bunker Hill before Mr. Haxel agreed to work something out with them.
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