Cow Hauler's Round-up

03/28/2026

Go easy on that big road driver 🛣🙏
Calvin Fletcher from Amarillo
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03/17/2026

Happy St. Patty's Day

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03/10/2026

Thanks for being a top engager and making it on to my weekly engagement list! 🎉 Marvin Margie Payne, Paula Foster Thomas, Gary Ruff, Glenn Hyatt, Kris Holman

02/21/2026

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02/14/2026

Happy Valentine's Day💘
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02/10/2026

Rest easy driver
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View Shelby 'Red' Gene Higginbotham's obituary, send flowers, find service dates, and sign the guestbook.

01/06/2026

From Brooks Carroll 🙏❤️
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01/05/2026

I usually say go easy on that big road driver but for Jay, I gotta say give em hell up there 🛣🐮🚛

12/31/2025

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12/02/2025

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🚛 WHEN TRUCKING WAS FREEDOM — NOT SURVEILLANCE 🚛

There was a time on the American highway when a man didn’t need much — just a full tank, a steady heartbeat, and the hum of a diesel that understood him better than most people ever would.

And every once in a while, a driver from that era speaks up and reminds us what the road used to feel like.

One old hand said it plain:

“I started in the 70s. We had to find a pay phone at 10 a.m. and 4:30 p.m. so the company knew where we were. I miss those days when it was just me, my truck, and the highway.”

There’s something almost sacred in that.

Back then, trucking wasn’t a cage of rules, monitors, and checklists.
It was wide skies and long nights.
It was desert wind slipping through the vents.
It was the sunrise catching your hood just right, making the chrome glow like it was breathing.

He hauled electronics, trade shows, Vegas lights, re**er freight, auto parts — the kind of loads that took him into cities most folks only saw on postcards. He didn’t just move freight… he moved life from one end of the map to the other.

And now that he’s retired?

The road still whispers to him.

He takes his wife on road trips, not because he needs a destination — but because the journey itself keeps his pulse steady.
Some men need hobbies.
Some men need routines.
A driver like him only needs one thing: the next mile marker.

Because there’s a truth the old hands carry that the newer generation may never fully grasp:

Back then, the road didn’t just take you somewhere —
it became a part of you.

It taught you patience.
It taught you courage.
It taught you how small the world can be at night… and how big it becomes again at dawn.

That kind of living leaves a mark deeper than scars and kinder than memories.

And you can hear it when he says he still has to get out there and drive “just to feel alive.”
That’s not nostalgia talking.
That’s a man speaking the language of the only place he’s ever truly felt at home.

Because once the highway claims you —
once the sunrise hits your windshield in that quiet, perfect way —
once you’ve lived your life measured in mile markers instead of minutes…

that’s trucking in the blood.

– Jed Dunkin