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I was a trucker for almost twenty years. I've been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, and wrote a book
about it. I was an O/O and a driver trainer and logged over two million miles. So I made this page in my
site just for my trucking friends. Pull on in and set your brakes. You'll find no D.O.T. Inspections here. I
hope you'll share your stories and photos from the road with us. I hope you enjoy this page.
about it. I was an O/O and a driver trainer and logged over two million miles. So I made this page in my
site just for my trucking friends. Pull on in and set your brakes. You'll find no D.O.T. Inspections here. I
hope you'll share your stories and photos from the road with us. I hope you enjoy this page.
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TRUCK STOp
Games, Stories and More.
No bears, weigh stations, or dispatchers.
Games, Stories and More.
No bears, weigh stations, or dispatchers.
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As a truck driver I’ve seen all kind of critters in
the wild. I never know where I’m going to be
from one day to the next, or what I might see. It’
s one thing to see an animal in a zoo. But it’s
something quite different when you see them on
their turf. This became very clear to me on one
winter night when I stopped at a rest area near
Flagstaff Arizona. It was late at night. The
ground was covered with a fresh blanket of
snow and I had to take a leak. There were no
good parking places close to the rest rooms
and it was freezing cold outside. So I did what
most truck drivers would do in that situation. I
pulled off to the side, went out beside my truck
and did my business. Before I could finish I
noticed a pair of yellow glowing eyes staring at
me from the tree line less than 10 feet away. My
first thought wasn’t one of fear or panic, it was
more like, “this can’t be good.” You have to
imagine the situation. I was standing there
doing my business. Any guy will tell you, once
you start there’s no stopping until you finish.
When you gotta go you gotta go and to hell with
everything else. I stood there and finished my
business and put the horse back in its barn, if
you know what I mean. It was then that I noticed
the rest of them. Now there wasn’t one pair of
eyes watching me, there were eight. And they
weren’t eyes any more. They were very big and
very mean looking wolves. They were stalking
slowly toward me. I remember my exact
thought. I’ll never forget it as long as I live, “Oh
My God they are some big wolves!” I was no
longer feeling calm. I was scared. I mean really
scared. Instinctively I didn’t run. Instead I kept
direct eye contact with the one that was closest
to me. He was huge and obviously the leader.
He kept his head low but never took his eyes off
mine. It was an unmistakable threatening
posture. The others stayed back a few feet but
had spread out into a wide semi-circle. I was
surrounded on three sides and my truck was
behind me. The door was about 5 feet to my
left. I took a cautious step in that direction. The
big one in front of me seemed to know what I
was doing because he took a lateral step in the
direction also. I was about 3 feet closer to the
door than the big one and thought I could make
it if he lunged at me. Or hoped, I should say.
The leader bared his teeth and let out a low
growl. The others immediately went into attack
posture. I knew I had to get to the door or I was
Alpo. I looked at the door then back at the big
one. Out of my peripheral vision I saw another
wolf standing at the front of my truck.
Immediately I understood what was happening.
They had cut me off. There was no way I could
make it to the door now. The leader had kept
my attention while the other one moved into
position. I was screwed and I was pretty sure I
was dog food. Even in that moment I remember
thinking how incredibly smart these wolves
were to set me up like that. They were
magnificent animals. They were absolutely
beautiful. Although I can tell you right now I didn’
t think so at the time. I thought I was going to
die. Talk about being in the wrong place at the
wrong time. The whole thing really caught me by
surprise. I’ve been told that when you’re about
to die you life flashes before your eyes. That
didn’t happen. Instead the wolves turned and
ran back in the woods. Just then a truck that
was leaving the rest area passed right in front
of me. It was obvious that the wolves got
spooked by the truck. Talk about being in the
right place at the right time. The next day I
stopped at the TA truck stop in Kingman
Arizona. While I was there I talked to a driver
who was Navajo Indian. I figured if anyone knew
about wolves he would. He told me he doubted
that I was ever in any danger. He said it was
more likely that the wolves were just hoping I
would give them some food. He said another
possibility was since wolves are territorial they
probably weren’t happy about me pissing on
their territory. Those are both good possible
explanations. And we all know if a truck driver
says something it must be true. But no one will
ever convince me that I wasn’t on the menu. I
saw the look in that wolf’s eyes and I don’t think
I would be here today if it wasn’t for that other
truck driver pulling out of the rest area exactly
when he did. Whoever you are, thank you Mr.
Truck driver.
the wild. I never know where I’m going to be
from one day to the next, or what I might see. It’
s one thing to see an animal in a zoo. But it’s
something quite different when you see them on
their turf. This became very clear to me on one
winter night when I stopped at a rest area near
Flagstaff Arizona. It was late at night. The
ground was covered with a fresh blanket of
snow and I had to take a leak. There were no
good parking places close to the rest rooms
and it was freezing cold outside. So I did what
most truck drivers would do in that situation. I
pulled off to the side, went out beside my truck
and did my business. Before I could finish I
noticed a pair of yellow glowing eyes staring at
me from the tree line less than 10 feet away. My
first thought wasn’t one of fear or panic, it was
more like, “this can’t be good.” You have to
imagine the situation. I was standing there
doing my business. Any guy will tell you, once
you start there’s no stopping until you finish.
When you gotta go you gotta go and to hell with
everything else. I stood there and finished my
business and put the horse back in its barn, if
you know what I mean. It was then that I noticed
the rest of them. Now there wasn’t one pair of
eyes watching me, there were eight. And they
weren’t eyes any more. They were very big and
very mean looking wolves. They were stalking
slowly toward me. I remember my exact
thought. I’ll never forget it as long as I live, “Oh
My God they are some big wolves!” I was no
longer feeling calm. I was scared. I mean really
scared. Instinctively I didn’t run. Instead I kept
direct eye contact with the one that was closest
to me. He was huge and obviously the leader.
He kept his head low but never took his eyes off
mine. It was an unmistakable threatening
posture. The others stayed back a few feet but
had spread out into a wide semi-circle. I was
surrounded on three sides and my truck was
behind me. The door was about 5 feet to my
left. I took a cautious step in that direction. The
big one in front of me seemed to know what I
was doing because he took a lateral step in the
direction also. I was about 3 feet closer to the
door than the big one and thought I could make
it if he lunged at me. Or hoped, I should say.
The leader bared his teeth and let out a low
growl. The others immediately went into attack
posture. I knew I had to get to the door or I was
Alpo. I looked at the door then back at the big
one. Out of my peripheral vision I saw another
wolf standing at the front of my truck.
Immediately I understood what was happening.
They had cut me off. There was no way I could
make it to the door now. The leader had kept
my attention while the other one moved into
position. I was screwed and I was pretty sure I
was dog food. Even in that moment I remember
thinking how incredibly smart these wolves
were to set me up like that. They were
magnificent animals. They were absolutely
beautiful. Although I can tell you right now I didn’
t think so at the time. I thought I was going to
die. Talk about being in the wrong place at the
wrong time. The whole thing really caught me by
surprise. I’ve been told that when you’re about
to die you life flashes before your eyes. That
didn’t happen. Instead the wolves turned and
ran back in the woods. Just then a truck that
was leaving the rest area passed right in front
of me. It was obvious that the wolves got
spooked by the truck. Talk about being in the
right place at the right time. The next day I
stopped at the TA truck stop in Kingman
Arizona. While I was there I talked to a driver
who was Navajo Indian. I figured if anyone knew
about wolves he would. He told me he doubted
that I was ever in any danger. He said it was
more likely that the wolves were just hoping I
would give them some food. He said another
possibility was since wolves are territorial they
probably weren’t happy about me pissing on
their territory. Those are both good possible
explanations. And we all know if a truck driver
says something it must be true. But no one will
ever convince me that I wasn’t on the menu. I
saw the look in that wolf’s eyes and I don’t think
I would be here today if it wasn’t for that other
truck driver pulling out of the rest area exactly
when he did. Whoever you are, thank you Mr.
Truck driver.
