Jul

14

Posted by : Erik Walsh | On : July 14, 2013

By Buddy Hazell
Special to The News

Let’s go back to the 1960s once again. I killed more deer on our little 5 ½ acre place every year than most people kill on their $1,000 deer leases. The deer ate out of our garden and our yard at night, we could look outside late in the evening and there would be as many as 5 or 6 deer around the house.

Three acres of our place was wooded and fenced with hog wire, and I used it as a hog-pasture when I had sows with young pigs. Just about any time you walked out there, you would see deer eating out of my hog feeders. It was easy to keep meat in our freezer.
We had a young Probationary Pipe and Ladderman at our Station who had never killed a deer. I told him that if he wanted to kill a deer, on the next day we were off duty come to my house and I would put him where he could see a deer. However, the killing would be up to him; but to call before he comes.

A few days later he called and I said be here before daylight. The next morning, he pulled in the driveway just before it broke daylight. I took him to the back of the hog pasture and put him in a stand about 25 yards from a feeder, and told him that I would be back when I heard him shoot.

About an hour passed, the sun was coming up and I heard three shots, one after the other. I didn’t hear any of them hit anything, and told my wife, “Surely he couldn’t miss three times.”

About five minutes later I heard it again, “POW, POW, POW.” I told Lulu, “I better go check on him;” I eased down the fence line, and when I got close to his stand he called out, “Watch out, watch out, there’s a Bear by the feeder!” I responded, “BEAR!, what are you talking about boy? There are no bears in this part of the country.”

“There is, there is,” he shouted; “It was right there in that brush a few minutes ago,” he said, while pointing toward the hog feeder.
I thought to myself, “This kid is nuts, he doesn’t know a deer from a bear.”

I walked over to the feeder looking at tracks, there were deer tracks and hog tracks but nothing that looked like bear tracks. Then I thought, “Oh me, I know what he saw,” and I cried out, “Yo, yo, come on, come on,” and here he came.

I had left my Duroc boar in the pasture. He was dark red and came up to my belt line in height. I was glad the kid wasn’t ‘Bear hunting.’ His bear was my boar hog.

Well, I am going to take a few weeks off, to vacation, rest my brain, and just relax. I’ll be back the first of September. Have a good Summer, I love you all.

Jul

04

Posted by : Erik Walsh | On : July 4, 2013

By Buddy Hazell
Special to The News

This week, I am going to deviate from my normal subjects, and write about someone else. This week’s column is to give the Malakoff Police Chief Billy Mitchell and his staff the praise they deserve. I do want to point out two officers who have been assigned to School Zone duty; Officer Touncy Hart and Officer Robert Siegmund. The job these two men have done this past school year has been outstanding.

I take our seven year old daughter to school every morning, and pick her up every afternoon. I come into Malakoff from the east, and just before I get to Hillcrest, I see IT. See what? A sign hanging over both lanes of the west bound side of the Hi-way. The sign has four flashing lights, and between them in large letters, SCHOOL, speed limit 35 MPH. I can read it. So can you. Then I see him parked at the Village Center complex just waiting for you. Who do I see? I see “The Man In the Black car.

I normally turn up Hillcrest to Dewey and proceed to the Elementary School, I find on the corner of Dewey and N. College a sign, fully visible even to this 82 year old man. The sign reads School zone, 20 MPH. (Don’t tell Chief Mitchell, but sometimes I miss this sign and fail to slow down.)

There are a number of children that walk to school on Dewey Street, and have to walk on the street or just barely off the road. These children may dart out into the street without any warning; WHY, because they are kids.
These officers are not there to arrest you or give you a ticket; they are there to protect our children. However, depending on the violation or perhaps our attitudes, we may receive a citation or in a more severe case, you may be arrested and given a free ride to the Ray Nutt Hotel.

Just like adults, kids do a lot of stupid things; some things get us in trouble, severely injured, or killed. For we who drive in our School Zones, is it not stupid to enter a School Zone going faster than the law allows? Come on folks, these are our kids, yours and mine.

Talking with Chief Mitchell, I asked him, “What is the most used excuse for speeding in a School Zone”? His response really surprised me. I thought an adult would say, “I am late for work”; in the case of our School students, the tears will start to flow as they would say, “If I’m late one more time I will get ISS. But the most used excuse He said was “I’m sorry Officer I didn’t know I was in a School Zone.”

Aw, come on folks how stupid do we think our Police Officers are? JUST KEEP DOING YOUR JOB OFFICERS AND YOU WILL HAVE MY THANKS.

Jun

25

Posted by : Erik Walsh | On : June 25, 2013

By Buddy Hazell
Special to The News

On January 15, 1952 I went to work for the Houston Fire Department as a Probationary Pipe and Ladder man. My salary was $100.00 a week. Six months later, my probationary time was over and I received a raise and my salary went to $150.00 a week. In all my life, I had never seen that much money at one time. I thought I had found a gold mine. I was still living at home, eating Mother’s groceries, letting her do the washing and ironing of my clothes and me just enjoying life.

But, on November 16, 1952, I married the girl of my dreams. We only dated three times in three weeks; however I knew she had to be mine. I was still making $300.00 every two weeks, and now I had rent to pay, utilities to pay, groceries to buy, a car to keep up and a wife to support. Where did my $300.00 go?

One day, Lulu said, “Buddy we are going to have a baby.” “WHAT?” I replied, “A BABY!” I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry; I may have done both. Then there were all the things babies need. Lulu supplied the baby’s milk, but there were diapers and countless other things. $300.00 just wouldn’t cover it all; what am I going to do? Pride kept me from asking my Mother for help, so I found a part-time job.

In the Fire Department, we worked days one week and nights the next week. I went to work for a company that made and installed insulation bats for oil-field boilers. When I was working nights at the fire station, I worked days insulating boilers.

As time went on, there came another baby and before I knew it there were two more, making four babies in all. What a litter! Even with me working two jobs, there was still not enough money. What to do, that was the question. Lulu couldn’t go to work; she had babies to take care of. I soon got a job as a night watchman, and when I was working days at the fire station, I worked from 9 PM until 5 AM five nights a week.

One day I got off early from the fire station and went home, as I got out of my pick-up, our dog bit me, and the kids said, “Mother, there’s a man here.” I walked in the house and hugged and kissed my wife and the kids all said, “Oh, Mama, I’m gonna tell Daddy.” I knew right then that money wasn’t that important, I had to be home more with my family. The next day, I gave notice that I was going to quit the night watching job and the oil field job. We couldn’t live on $300.00 every two weeks, so I had to do something. A few days later we had a hard rain, and our roof started leaking; something else to spend money on, and I had just quit my part-time jobs. I borrowed some money from the bank to buy shingles for the house and roofed it myself.

Now, I am back to just $300.00 every two weeks and along with our regular bills, we now owe the bank as well. What to do, what to do? A neighbor asked me if I would roof his house, and I did. Then word got around and I soon had more and more houses to roof. I started roofing and just worked three or four days a week and made more money than I had made working on three jobs.
Working never hurt anyone, but DON’T PUT IT BEFORE TIME WITH YOUR FAMILY!

Apr

06

Posted by : Press release | On : April 6, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

At the time this transpired, I had sold my first horse. Blaze and I wanted another horse. I had looked at several horses that were advertised in the paper, but didn’t see any I liked.

One day I decided to go to the North Houston Sale Barn to see what they might have. All I had was $50, but thought it might be enough. When the sale started, the first thing to enter the ring was a small black and white paint mare, she stood about 13-14 hands high and seemed to be gentle as a lamb.

Back then, all horses came into the ring wearing a braided grass rope halter

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Mar

30

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : March 30, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

Back when I was firefighter (firemen stoke fires, firefighters put them out) one of our favorite pastimes, after our station work was done and there were no fires, was playing ping-pong. My partner was a man named Richard Railsback. Rails as we called him was a 6 foot, 3 inch man who weighed about 230 pounds. In spite of his size, he was an excellent ping-pong player. He and I took second place in a city-wide tournament three years running. A team from fire Station 51 beat us every year, before we finally won the Houston Fire Department Championship.

I wasn’t a nice person in those days, you might say I was not worth knocking in the head; but let’s share a story. About two o’clock one morning, the alarm went off and the dispatcher said, “Fire at the U-Tote-M Store, West 43rd and Ella Boulevard, 213, 231 and 232 respond.” An easy location to get to, out the door turn right and go one mile and you were there. I hit the seat, started the pumper,

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Mar

23

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : March 23, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

March 1, 2012, I was sitting in my recliner watching the 5 o’clock news, when a tear came rolling down my cheek. I thought to myself, “What’s wrong with my eye?” Then out of my eye came another tear. Not knowing my wife was looking, I wiped the tears away, and I said, “Honey, it is just a few weeks away.” She replied, “Yes I know”; I felt as if my heart had burst, and I got up and went into the bedroom, weeping as I went.

This story will be short, because my eyes are already watering up. My wife says that in my old age I am getting mellow, sentimental and emotional; maybe she is right. But, on March 25, 2010 God called my number three daughter home. He left me

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Mar

16

Posted by : Press release | On : March 16, 2012

Back to Rockdale, living with Dave and Nettie. It was early spring; Dave and I had been in the Bottom grubbing out persimmon sprouts since daylight. Our water jug was empty and we were hot and thirsty. Dave said, “Let’s go to the house and finish up tomorrow.” I was ready for that. We had a mule hitched to a slide and we were both tired enough to just get on the slide and ride back to the house.

Nettie called to us, “That old momma cat hasn’t been here all morning and her kittens are hungry.” Dave replied, “Aw, she’s probably at the barn, or the crib, or maybe just out hunting.” I must have been the dumbest kid the world has ever

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Mar

08

Posted by : Press release | On : March 8, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

Before we get into this story, let me clear the air. This happened a number of years before I had repented of my sins and surrendered my life to Jesus Christ. When I told my wife that I was going to write this, she very emphatically told me, “Don’t you dare write about that, people will think you still do those things.” However, people who know me know better than that. So, here we go:
In the late 1960’s, I was running a Horse Ranch just outside of Tomball. The ranch covered 2,000 acres and was owned by a lawyer in Houston. I had

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Feb

17

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : February 17, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

I was saved January 4, 1970 and I was amazed at the changes that God made in my thoughts, attitude, habits and language. Before January 4th, I could not even say “Good morning,” without a string of four letter words describing you and your family. This story is about just one of the changes God made in my life.

About four months after I was saved, a neighbor, Bob Thornton, who lived half a mile from us (this distance is critical to the story), wanted me to build a barn for him. After we sat down and discussed just what he wanted, we agreed

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Jan

27

Posted by : Press release | On : January 27, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

The date was July 4, 1943. I was staying with Dave and Nettie Scott for the summer. Rockdale was having a big Fourth of July celebration with a parade, barbecue, games for the kids and horse races. This was also a day when horse traders would be in town to buy, sell and trade horses and mules.

Dave’s old cow-horse had gotten so old, that he could no longer do his job, so Dave had to replace him. I put Dave’s saddle and bridle in the pick-up and Dave, Nettie and I headed to town. Dave parked by the train depot and he and I walked over to the stock pens to see what was there. Horse traders and other people were just beginning to get there, so we walked back to the truck to get Nettie and walked over to the fairgrounds.

The parade was getting ready, the high school band was getting in place and there

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