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 Texas : Features : Columns : "Texas Tales"
Jackass in Heaven
Clay McGonagill
by Mike Cox

Mike Cox

Clay McGonagill may have been the ropingest cowboy Texas ever produced. He’s for sure one of the Lone Star State’s least-known characters, though cowboys still tell stories about him around the campfire or over a cool beverage after a hard day in the saddle.

Born Sept. 24, 1879 in Lavaca County, Clay came to Midland County with his family in 1883.

In Clay’s case, the apple had not fallen far from the tree. His old man, George McGonagill, had a widespread reputation as a raiser of quarter horses and hell. He also liked to bet on race horses. George McGonagill also knew how to throw a loop, a skill he passed on to his son.

By the early 1900s, Clay had achieved fame earning prize money as a steer roper at rodeos across the United States as well as in South America and England. When not rodeoing, Clay supported himself working as a cowboy.

One day around 1910, Clay, then working on a ranch near Lovington, N.M., received an ominous-reading telegram from his brother Charles in Midland: “Come quick. Old man’s in trouble.”

Reading those six words, Clay’s mind raced like one of his dad’s fast horses. Had he taken sick? Was someone gunning for him over an unpaid bet?”

Not being able to think of anything good such a message could mean, Clay saddled his best horse and picked two other fine mounts. Tying one after the other so they could follow him at a fast lope, Clay soon had his horses kicking up dust on a fast ride to Midland.

Riding one horse until it tired, he slung the saddle on the next and kept riding, a self-contained Pony Express. Arriving at the home place, Clay burst in to ask brother Charles what had happened to their father.

“He’s not here,” Charles said.

“Don’t tell me he’s dead,” Clay said.

“No, I’ll explain on the way.”

Clay followed his brother to a large tent on the edge of town.

Inside, a “hell fire and brimstone” evangelist held forth. Scanning the crowd, the two boys spotted their old man sitting near the front, listening intently.

Now Clay understood the urgency of the telegram. George McGonagill did not cotton to those kinds of preachers. With the old man in the crowd, serious trouble indeed seemed likely.

As the boy’s looked on in growing apprehension, the preacher wrapped up his sermon.

“You’ve heard me,” the evangelist intoned. “How many of you have also gotten the word of God.”

Old man McGonagill raised his hand and the boys began looking for the closest exit. They figured they might have to fight their way out, depending on what their father did next.

Urged by the preacher to stand and tell it loud, McGonagill rose from his wooden chair. The attendees grew quiet, well-knowing the reputation of the rancher who stood before the visiting evangelist.

“Preacher,” the old man said, “I’d rather be a racehorse in hell than a jackass in heaven!”

The pedigree of this brief-but-potent putdown is interesting: William M. “Bob” Beverley, Midland County sheriff from 1908 to 1912 told it to rancher-historian-writer J. Evetts Haley. Though he apparently never wrote it down, Haley in turn told the story to many. San Marcos book collector and retired Institute of Texan Cultures employee Al Lowman said the late El Paso typographer Carl Hertzog, a pal of Haley’s, told him the tale. Dudley Cramer of Oakland, CA, who told the story at a recent gathering at the Nita Stewart Haley Library in Midland, said Haley told him the story about 20 years ago.

Whether Beverly witnessed the incident at the tent revival or got it second-hand is not knowable at this point. But Beverly was a good storyteller in his own right.

In 1941, he self-published an account of his interesting career as a cowboy and lawman, a yellow-covered booklet called “Hobo of the Rangeland.”

Lowman has a copy of Beverly’s pamphlet that the late book dealer Dudley R. Dobie bought from the former West Texas sheriff at the Old Trail Riders convention in San Antonio.

“Several of those old timers like Beverly and Jack Potter published pamphlets on their lives,” Lowman said. “Dobie said Beverly showed up in San Antonio with one satchel full of clothes and another satchel full of books. If he could sell enough copies of his pamphlet, he could pay for his trip.”

Unfortunately for posterity, McGonagill didn’t get around to telling his story in a book.

He died at 33 on Oct. 24, 1921 in Arizona, having stopped his hay wagon to remove a downed wire blocking the road. Unknown to him, the wire surged with 11,000 votes of electricity.

More than a half century later, in 1975, McGonagill gained election to the Rodeo Hall of Fame.

© Mike Cox
"Texas Tales" - October 20, 2005 column

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