These Are Your Stories #38 – Mason Henry Blue

Our story comes from the real-life character Mason Henry Blue. First, let me say that I didn’t believe the name either until I had the pleasure to talk to Mason on the phone. He is about as real and down-home country as a man can get. He wanted to tell us a story. Mason said that he heard the podcast we had some time ago with author Alan Day. He loved Alan’s interview so much that he wanted to tell one of his tales to match. You can listen to that interview with Alan Day in RAS #166 – The Horse Lover. Mason’s Story can be heard on RAS #334 – Mason Henry Blue. He came back for another story and we told that one on RAS #422 – Billy The Donkey. Great Story!

-Ron

Mason Henry Blue - Circa 1940s

My name is Mason Henry Blue.  My friends just call me “Buckles”. I got the name during my rodeo years. I earned a few of them a time or two. My story comes from the late 1940’s. I was a young man just about 18 years old. My folks had just given me the get out and about or take over the farm speech. I chose to get out.

I began working at a place near Dallas called the South-Fork Ranch. My job those early years was to clean the bunkhouse, wash clothes and help the cook.  Later I became the handyman and protector. There were two predators there that had to be dealt with. Coyotes and Spiders. The spiders were recluse and black widows. The coyotes? Well, they were just trouble. 

One morning Beth, the owner’s wife, told me to get up in the hills to stop a pack that had been taking her chickens at night.  In those days there was a bounty on the critters, so I was pleased at the chance for some extra cash.  I loaded up with traps, my long gun, supplies and off I went.

I made camp along a creek in the nearby hills.  It was winter and I knew two things about coyotes. They need food and water.  Chickens for the food and creek for the water. That first day was all about setting up camp and fixing any broken traps. Day two was finding their trails and setting traps. That night I heard their howls so I knew I was in the right place.

The next day I checked my traps and most of them had been tripped and the meat was gone. I almost expected a note from the coyotes saying, “Thanks for the grub, lunk-head”. 

I decided these guys were going to require the night hunter. I found the trail most likely used to get to the chickens, built a sort of tree perch and set myself for the night. It wasn’t too long before I fell asleep. 
That is when the growls began. I grabbed my flashlight and sure enough right below me was a pack of hungry dogs all looking up at me like I was dinner. I reached for my rifle and was surprised when it was gone. I flashed the light around a bit and found it right down there leaning on the tree where I had left it. I slapped my forehead and was glad that Coyotes can’t climb trees.

It was a long, cold and dark night. I had nothing to do so I had me a conversation with them yelps.  We talked about the wrongs of eating chickens and where they could find a large barrow of rabbits. The pups arrived with their mamas and it got to be a big ole camp meeting. Except I was the preacher and they were my flock. I must have fallen asleep again, cuz when I woke up they were all gone.

I went back to camp and it came as no surprise it was torn to pieces. Every spec of food gone. I packed up, tucked my tail in-between my legs and headed home. When the misses asked about the trip I just said I had a long talk with them and they won’t be bothering us anymore. The funny thing was they never did. 

Mason Henry Blue – Dallas, Texas

This Week’s Podcast: On the show this week we have a western-based theme. This is something we have not done in a while. Our featured story starts out as a typical Range War but ends with a twist that you won’t see coming. We will also have a listener tale from New Mexico. It relates to the history and times of Black Jack Ketchum. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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These Are Your Stories #37 – Big Jimmy Calhoun

This time on These Are Your Stories we have one that comes from the old west and was sent to us by Big Jimmy Calhoun. Big Jimmy lives in the great state of Arizona and is a real cowboy. In fact, he comes from the lineage of real cowboys. I spent some time on the phone with Jimmy and here is the story he told me about his great-grandpa Jerico. 

His great-grandpa was a bit of a legend in Arizona. You won’t find his name in any history books and Jimmy doesn’t even have a picture of him. What we do have is a journal of his stories. All of which he swore was true. Jimmy never got to meet Jerico, but he did get to meet his Chiricahua wife, Zi-Yeh. She was very old at the time and gave Jimmy his great grandpa’s journal. This story is one of the last in the book. The words were copied directly from the journal, so please don’t expect perfect English. Big Jimmy had this to say, “This is as true a story you find about the old west, well mostly true anyway.”

I was shot by my friend Sam waters.  If he had not done it, I would have been dead for sure. 

We had been sent out to collect strays in the north end of the ranch near Willow canyon. We made our campsite near a stream and enjoyed a hearty meal of beans and trout. It was our last night out and had collected 15 cows and a few calves.  We had an iron on the spit with plans to brand the calves after supper.

Sam had brought a bottle with him and we agreed that we would share it on our last night. We knew that we had to stay sharp, because the “REZ” was not too far away and there had been some jumpers over the last few weeks. Jumpers are what we call illegal Indian hunts. You had to be careful because the Indians were not always in the best of moods. Also, they had been known to shoot cattle rather than look for other game.

I had first watch. We had hobbled the horses but the cattle had been left to graze. Wolfs or Rouge Indians could easily run them off and have their pick of them. It was after midnight when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I threw a rock at Sam to wake him up. I pointed off into the bushes and he reached for his rifle.

It was quiet, too quiet and we both knew that there was going to be trouble. We didn’t know if it was going to be Indian or wolves. I had just turned my back when the first howl rose into the night. The cattle all raised their heads and were off.  Sam yelled, “Stampede!” and a pack of hungry wolves appeared nipping at cattles hooves.

All of this would have been fine, we would collect what was left, and in all likelihood the wolves would take the calves rather than bring down a 400 pound cow. The problem was that the cattle all were heading straight to me. I was turned around and didn’t see the danger until it was too late.

Sam took aim with this Winchester and shot me straight through and through in the shoulder. The impact knocked me sideways over a rock and cattle changed their direction. The herd missed me only a couple of feet. The bullet had gone right through me leaving a neat hole which Sam quickly closed with the whiskey and that hot branding iron. As it turned out I was branded that night and will carry a scar to prove it.

Jericho Calhoun

Well, there you have it straight from Big Jimmy Calhoun. My thanks to him for sharing with us. This was one of the best interviews I have ever done. It is my hope that we get more stories from that journal someday.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the show this week we are all about ghosts. A podcast full of them including a tale from the OTR series The Mysterious Traveler titled The Haunted Trailer. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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These Are Your Stories #36 – A Private Eye Moment

I love a story that presents us with a unique point of view. I received the following email from a professional gumshoe. I thought, how cool is that! While it is not a long story it does show us some of what the modern private detective’s job is like.  So, here is the email from Sargent Jason Aims – California Highway Patrolman ret.

A Private Eye Moment

After my retirement in 2009, I became bored and decided to take on odd jobs from a local detective agency. I get to pick the cases I work on, but there are times they will call and ask me to fill in. This was one of those times.

The case was a stolen identity. Most of the time there is not much we can do to help the victims of this type of crime, but in this case, the perp was known and my agency was hired to follow her and catch her using fake ids or credit cards. I took over from another detective about 3pm in the afternoon. 

Our agency uses cars that on the outside are, shall we say, low-key.  However, inside they have the very latest gadgets. There are hidden cameras everywhere. There are microphones, lots of different kinds from the old standby parabolic type to a laser scope that will blow your mind. The car will lock up tighter than Fort Knox and it is bulletproof. To top it all off a custom computer system runs everything and is tied back to the home office. The cigarette lighter has been replaced and it serves as a two-way switch. Turn it right and everything starts to record and the home office is notified. Smash it down and you just hit the panic button. The police and the home office are on their way.

We were doing an old-fashioned stake-out of a motel where the perp has been staying. I settled in and after about an hour the passenger door opened. A large Latino man got into the car and sat down. I reached over and turned the cigarette lighter to the right. 

We had a rather heated exchange. Basically, he wanted me gone or I would be killed. I told him to open the glove box. He did so and that revealed a small monitor. After a moment it came to life with a picture of the man and a description of his latest crimes. Also, that he had a bounty and was wanted for armed robbery and assault. The look on his face was priceless. He tried to open the car door, but I had locked it and had my 38 in my hand. After two more minutes, the police were there and the man was in custody. The last thing he asked was how did I know. To which I said, I didn’t. 

I don’t know whatever happened to him. In the end, we did catch the girl using a stolen credit card and she is currently in jail serving ten years. I was the lead witness in that one.

Jason Aims – Orange County, CA.

I love this story, simple but yet quite descriptive. In my head, I can hear the banter between you two and can imagine the tension and relief when the police arrived. Were you as calm as you sounded? Thank you Sargent for your story and I am happy you remained safe.

This Week’s Podcast:
On the program this week we will debut a brand new segment called Our Amazing Stories. I am excited about this one and I can’t wait for you to hear it. The first installment will come from the life and times of John F Kennedy and his adventure aboard the PT-109. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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These Are Your Stories #35 – Grandpa’s A Christmas Ghost

Our story for this time was sent in by Rod Sterling. Yes, you read that right but Before you think it might be a story from the famous creator of The Twilight Zone his last name is actually Serling. Rod Serling writes to us from Seattle, Washington and this story first appeared in RAS #415 – Grandpa’s Christmas Ghost.

Grandpa's A Christmas Ghost

Hello Ron, I have a Christmas story for you that is a real head-scratcher. My family and I have tried everything we can think of to debunk it, but there isn’t an answer as to how this could have happened. We have all sworn under oath that it was not a prank and I tell now exactly what happened on December 25th, 2018.

My Grandfather passed away two years ago two days before Christmas. Needless to say, the family was devastated and in that year, 2017, we didn’t have much to celebrate about. My grandpa loved Christmas. He had a full beard and would don a Santa suit to hand out all of our presents. It didn’t stop there, he would go to hospitals, retirement homes, and even would play Santa for the local Christmas parade each year. All of that ended the day he died. Or did it?

Last year we decided that he would be part of our Christmas and that we would not let his passing be the end. We set up his suit next to the tree with a picture of his face in place. It was wonderful and we could all feel his presence and we even spoke to our self-made mannequin-like he was grandpa. 

We all sat around the tree to open our gifts. Instead of having grandpa do the honors we each took a turn handing them out and it went very well. At the end we stopped and went around the room, each of us telling a story about grandpa or what he meant to us. 

Next came Christmas dinner. It was as good as ever and soon we were chatting and enjoying the Christmas season like never before. At the end of dinner, we all decided from that time on Grandpa would become a Christmas tradition. That is when we heard the crash come from the living room. We all ran to see what had happened and found grandpa face down on the floor. We laughed and propped him back up. My brother made the comment that grandpa could never hold his liquor. 

At this point, we kind of broke into groups. One playing games at the dinner table, another chatting, and still another playing with our gifts. I was out in the kitchen helping my wife set up her brand new Nutri Ninja, something she has wanted for years. Then out of the blue came another crash from the living room. Grandpa had fallen again.

This time we are all a little shaken because there was no reason this should happen. In fact, we had added a little more “sturdiness” to the mannequin, but here he was face down on the floor once again. Of course, no one was in the room and amazingly everyone was accounted for during the accident.

We came to the end of the night and we all gathered at grandpa for one last time to say goodnight. While we all stood there. Grandpa wavered and fell flat on his face while we all watched in astonishment. No one touched him or was even close. While I didn’t hear it, two people said that they clearly heard some laughing as he fell.

Nothing else happened. Grandpa never fell again and we kept him up until after New Year’s eve. I don’t know what to make of all this. We tried to find an explanation but never did. I do know that we plan to have grandpa for this coming Christmas. I will write to you after the season to let you know if grandpa comes back for another visit.

Rod Sterling – Seattle, Washington

I connected with Rod to see if Grandpa was still part of their Christmas in 2021. I was told that not only is he still part of their festivities every year but in 2020 he fell again. They can’t wait to see if they have a repeat performance this Christmas Day.

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we will be presenting a follow-up to A Christmas Carol, with a twist. Sylvia Shults and I are going to take and turn the classic story on its head with real ghost stories and much much more. So, please be there, and tell your friends all about it. This is going to be something special. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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These Are Your Stories #34 – The Pegleg Ghost

Our story for this edition of These Are Your Stories comes from Orlando Florida. It first appeared in Episode #358 – The Mightiest Man. This is one of the more terrifying stories we have had over the years and It was submitted by Lizzie Martinez.

Hi Ron, My name is Lizzie. My husband has been an avid listener of your show for months and has been raving about it. So, I started listening to your podcast too. I am a little person. The only one in my family. Since I was about three or four years of age I have had the ability to see and speak to spirits. I am sensitive to their presence. Because of my experiences growing up I started investigating the paranormal and later started my own business. When I was a young girl my family lived in a small house. I had no room of my own so I had a bed in my parents’ bedroom. I saw some unexplainable things in that room at night. The first I remember is what I can only describe as the Grim Reaper.

This creature would stand near the end of my bed and just stare at me. It wore a felt-like cloak shrouding its face and arms. The thing would come nightly, but then it suddenly stopped. Something else began to come for me instead, and It was even more terrifying. It came to hurt and torment me and made sure that I couldn’t scream for help. Each time it came I would fight to free myself from its grasp. When I finally broke free I would jump into my parent’s bed and lie between them. 

This new creature would watch me from the foot of the bed between the rails and glare. Looking back at it I believe it was still the Grim Reaper from before. It had transformed itself into a blonde-haired, blue-eyed little boy who had a peg leg. Yes, you read that right a peg leg. Just like a pirate.

Close your eyes and imagine a small child hearing footsteps approaching from the kitchen. With each small step, there was a loud clop that dragged upon the ceramic floor. Your heart races faster and you begin to feel almost out of breath. You hear that thing-child step down from the kitchen into the room and peek from behind the dresser that blocked the doorway’s view. That blonde-haired boy with blue eyes slowly walked around the side of the dresser and then just stood there with a smile on his face. That smile changes to a frightening and menacing smear. You want to run but there’s nowhere to go. His demeanor changes yet again. That look and that grin make you realize that something bad was going to happen. Your voice disappears. You can’t even scream to wake your parents to protect you. Then that blue-eyed boy charges at you. He removes that horrible peg leg and hits you over and over again.

I would get free. I could hear him, behind me, chasing me as I climbed in between my parents. There he would stop, stand at the end of the bed, and look through the railings swaying back and forth. We would lock eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I would wake up and it would be morning. As each new day came I’d forget about the night. But when it was time to go to bed I’d remember why I was afraid to go to sleep. I would fight with my mom to stay up. She would think that I was just being a difficult child and send me anyway. I couldn’t find the words to explain to her what was going on. 

We did eventually move up the street from that crazy little house and you would think that would have solved my ghost problems. Well, not so much, but that is another story for a different day.

Lizzie Martinez – Orlando Florida

I really don’t know what to say about this one. We have had a number of stories like this, but none has affected me quite like this. When I read it, somehow, it feels like it was happening to me. I don’t know how else to explain it. So very terrifying and it rings true. Lizzie thank you for sharing this story, it truly is amazing.

-Ron

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we have a science fiction story that fits right in with today’s news. It is titled The Roads Must Roll and depicts a society dependent on the transit system of the time, and what could happen if that system were interrupted. Sound familiar? You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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