SoHey Buck, do you ever run across Ray-Bones anymore?
Buck relates a story about his friend Ray, who had recently passed away.
o Hated being called 'Ray-Bones', so people mostly just did that when he wasn't around.
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o Died of alcoholism. He had stopped drinking a few weeks before he died, but never lost the thirst.
o Only Buck was with him at the end. He called Buck over and said, "Smell that, Bucky? That's the stable. I can smell the stable. I'm heading home." A couple minutes later, he was dead.
o Ray had worked with horses his whole life - everything from ranch work, to a stint on the rodeo circuit. The job he hated most was leading sad-sack semi-retired horses on trail rides at the Oregon coast. After his drinking made it impossible for him to hold down any jobs with working horses, this was about all he could get - and eventually, he couldn't even do that. He said that all these horses thought about, from the moment they saw the saddle, was getting the ride over with, so they could eat some oats at the stable, and just have it over with. On the way out, with tourists on board, they'd plod like every step was a pain in the ass. But on the way back, they'd pick up the pace. And once they got the smell of the stable in their nose, they were unstoppable. It got to where Ray-Bones would try to arrange the route of the ride, so that they returned from upwind, and the horses were easier to control.