At the crack of dawn today, I discovered myself a victim. I recognized this feeling. It was a weaker manifestation of the same sensation I had when I discovered that several antique firearms I had on display on my wall in the ranch house had been stolen. It wasn’t until the perpetrator was …
Cinches and Kindness
I watched Sarah, our cowhand from Redding, draw that cinch tight around Teri’s barrel shaped midsection. The indomitable and somewhat bitchy roan mare broke her stoic demeanor for a second and grunted in response to Sarah’s firm pull. It was tight, but not too tight. Sarah’s experienced hand …
Snake Bites
Ol’ Snake Bite has come up missing on this, the 4th of July. The little steer, still on the mend from a near-fatal strike from the western diamondback rattler he encountered in the low country, was a little trail weary from the 7 mile hike up to the cool meadows of the high country. Every patch of …
Into the Wild after Weeds
I was the Forage Scout yesterday. What that entails is getting my 56 year old rear end fastened to a dirt bike for a rough and tumble journey of 140 miles across hill and dale and mountain and canyon and seeing what the grassland situation is across all of our wilderness range. There’s some old …
Comatose Cow Crew
The large lean-to tarp flapped in the cool night air and the Coleman lantern cast a warm orb over the cook tent. I eyed my crew as we sat quietly eating supper off the camp stove and grill. They were catatonic as they chewed dinner, and looking slightly stupefied. It was near midnight, and I’ve …
When Typical Tests
With the rain increasing in intensity, I gave my mare, Natalie, her head as she picked her way across the steep, slick and rocky mountainside, bent on catching 25 recalcitrant cattle that clambered high above us near the peak of the volcanic dome. They had cut from the main herd, in search of what …