Y'know, in my late-night/early-morning travels, I've had to call law enforcement officials for a variety of reasons. Two or three reckless drivers, one fire in the median of I-20, and a wreck of my own (ever turned 360° in the middle of the interstate due to a blowout?).

Recently, though, I had to call up the Jackson Parish substation because of. . . ready for this? A herd of goats! Yes, about 20 billygoats gruff had apparently escaped their pasture and were trotting down the middle of the long gravel road that leads to my current workplace (yay, oilfield). Seeing that it is a.) deer season (of which I take no part in), b.) 430am, and c.) there'll be heavy traffic (heavy for the middle of the woods, at least) by 5am to 6am, I didn't want anyone to have THAT story to tell in the hospital.

"It was the damnedest thing, doc! Here I am headed to work when this goat decides to hijack my truck! He holds me at horn point, takes my wallet, then butts me and leaves me for dead!"

I called up the sherrif's office, and the deputy and I had a good laugh over what was going on. He dispatched someone, took my name and number down, and said he'd have someone check it out.

As I'm headed to work the next day, I see the pasture from which said herd had escaped with a newly patched fence and 20+ goats all laughing with their buddies about the recent shenanigans.

Rural areas win for animal shenanigans and monkeyshines.
Unknown "So Botty" - 17 years, 1 month, 8 days ago