I was born near Castro Creek on January 17, 1937. There were seven pumper wells and standard rigs that would rock me to sleep at night with their big engines. That was where it all started.From time to time, I could remember I wanted to hunt for arrowheads, made with flint rock. I found some on the Hayer Oil lease, but most of them on the dirt road that ran by a spring from Highway 84 do...
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