True Railroad Stories: Santa’s Helper

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***NOT A MISTAKE***

The return of True Railroad Stories!  

True Railroad stories are written by my father, who tells funny, thought-provoking, and heartwarming stories about his time as a Railroad Conductor in Georgia from the 1960’s through the 1990’s.  

For train enthusiasts, Daddy was a freight train conductor.

But, before we go on, I just wanted to invite you to check out a couple of his previously posted stories, which include topics like fireflies and coal

LOL!!

If you like those, you can search for more of his stories under the category titled “True Railroad Stories” (Go to the right panel, scroll down )

Anyway… 

Today, it’s Christmas in April on Easter Sunday!  

YAAASSS!

Strange?  

Not for Daddy, best believe he has his reasons 😉

Chile, that’s just how we do it on Seek The Best Blog!

Take it away Daddy!

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It was early one cold and windy morning in December when we saw it beside the track.

It was the biggest deer with the largest antlers any of us had ever seen–and working on the railroad, we had seen many.

Even though several cars had passed within a few feet of him, the deer made no attempt to move.

It was common for wild animals to cross the tracks in front of moving trains when they were blinded by the engine headlight, so we determined that he must have been injured by one of the trains that sped through during the night before.

After a brief conversation amongst ourselves as to what to do, we decided to stop the train and go back to further investigate.

So we did.

As we walked back from the engine, we approached the deer, who was sitting in a position like a dog would take while begging for scraps at the dinner table.

It was obvious he had injuries to his hind legs.

Someone commented on how large he was.

I am over 6 feet tall, and his antlers stretched well over my head!

After discussing what to do, one of the crew members said,  “We can’t leave him like that…the humane thing to do is to finish him off …a horrible thing to do, but the right thing.”

So the one of us, who had the coldest heart, suggested striking him on the head with a metal tipped air hose from the caboose.

I’m sorry to report that this harsh suggestion was implemented.

Afterward, we loaded the “lifeless” deer on back of the caboose.

We then proceeded to a small town not far away.

When we stopped at the town depot, we decided to call the ranger station and report the incident.

After hearing the story, they elected to send a pick-up truck to the depot to recover the deer and maybe give the meat to a needy family.

Shortly, one of the rangers drove up and we all loaded the deer in the back of the truck.

As the truck was leaving, someone shouted, “Look at that!”

To our surprise, the deer was standing up on all four legs!

And, before we knew it, he leaped from the truck across one lane and a side walk to the grass where he disappeared into the woods!

To us, he seemed to be flying!

The distance was so great, it was almost as if he was big and strong enough to pull a sleigh from roof top to roof top!

And I’m convinced that he did!

-The Railroad Conductor

 

Lord have mercy!  Looks like Daddy’nem done ran up on one of Santa’s helpers!

I’m still pissed off at the cold hearted crew member who tried to “finish the job!”

BUT…

In my mind, I believe that beautiful woodland creature is still very much alive, well, and happily awaiting his next trip with dear St. Nick….in about 8 months time. LOL!!!

Happy Easter!

LadyG loves you!

😘💋💋

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “True Railroad Stories: Santa’s Helper

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  2. So, I loved this story as I do all the railroad tales. I just think that would be a cool job to have, especially when traveling through the countryside— you never know what you’ll see.

    You know, I wonder if Rudolph was just exhausted from running from hunters. I saw one streak across a 4 lane rural road—no an expressway just a very wide highway. The way he came flying out of the woods was awesome—until he ran into the Ford Escort in front of me. Man, he spent that car around like 5 times.

    So, I stopped to check on the driver, the deer looked dead. The driver said he was o.k. He straightened out to continue on his trip and the damn dead-assed deer jumped up and ran back in the woods.

    Anyway, if Uncle Jim’s deer HAD been dead, it would have been a great humanitarian gesture to give it to a needy family. We have some folks around here that will scoop up fresh roadkill in a heartbeat 😂.

    Great story!

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    1. Hey Cuz! Dad called and asked me to respond to this. I just now saw it.
      Anyway, He said the deer jumping off that truck was amazing. I think it’s hilarious that the two of you would have a very similar experience.
      As an aside, I asked him if he was the one with the “coldest heart,” and he said HELL NO! I knew it wasn’t him because he LOVES animals; probably more than some people—especially the one who did the deed of hitting the deer. He said he and that guy never got along and they worked together for YEARS! LOL!!!
      Oops! Was I supposed to tell that? LOL!! Love you cuz! Unc sends his best to you dear nephew!

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      1. Truly an awesome experience for both of us. I knew it wasn’t Uncle Jim saying “shoot him”…loves animals too much.

        I love MOST animals. We were like you guys. We had several dogs growing up. Jingle Bells, Patches, Surprise, Pup,. Surprise was my favorite. I might write about him one day.

        My dad started us out hunting rabbits and squirrels as small kids—6-8 years old.
        We “enjoyed” hunting and killing those little furry creatures. At the time, I had no compunction about the killing, no regrets, maybe just a tug at the old heartstrings when I go close to them.

        In the rural south though, u see so many dead animals (roadkill) etc.

        As an adult though, I’ve become more sensitive it. I don’t even think I would enjoy hunting now.

        Never killed a deer though, not on purpose.

        I’m going to have to tell y’all the full story of the time I was coming home from work at night. I went over a hill and a truck was parked on the next hill flashing it’s headlights. I thought he was telling me police were ahead but before I could slow down, a deer came in front of me from the right side of the road. I barely had enough time to see that head and big eyes in my right headlight. Then…

        KERBLUMP!

        Felt like I hit him or more like ran OVER him. But I didn’t stop. I slowed down to get a feel for how my truck was running…she was still running smooth so I went on home.

        When I looked at my truck, my AIR FORCE tag was gone and my fog light missing.

        Next night on my way home, I stopped at Dollar General on my way home. A White dude was looking at the front of my truck. He asked, “Did you hit a deer last night?”
        I said “yeah”.

        He said it was him flashing his lights the night before. He was trying to warn me about the deer because a whole herd of them had been crossing the road at the bottom of the hill. He said come here.

        So, I went to the back of his Ford Explorer SUV. He opened the hatch and handed me my tag. I thanked him and was about to leave and he stopped me and handed me a package wrapped in brown paper. He said “deer steaks”!

        That cracker done picked up the deer I ran over and dressed him out! Lol

        Gotta love rednecks.

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        1. Hunting as a kid in the South was kinda a right of passage thing. My dad did it, but he could never get my brother to go–he had no interest whatsoever. I remember seeing daddy skin and clean a rabbit and I pretty much puked my guts out!
          And OMG! That truck! I think Aleshia shared a pic of the truck on FB and it was a wreck! Lenell sent it to me and I was like damn!
          Also, you know you be KILLING ME!
          Steak, anyone?

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