Pictures from brandings out in Adin.

Left to right: Me, Warren, and Thad.







Raw hide

This is a picture after our branding, at the Cinder Pit.

If ye fulfil the royal law according to the scriprure,

Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself, ye do well:

James 2:8

Clint

I'd like for you to meet my new 4 year old horse, "Clint".





Clint is a 4 year old black QH gelding, about 15 hands, that has not been worked with until now.


I'll be working him with a hackamore, and I've already done some ground work with him. And I've put the hackamore on him and played around with him on the ground. He already turns his head real nice and soft.

Here is somebody you might remember. Wrangler is doing well, but is bored to death at times since there aren't any cows for him to move here. So he has had to go from moving cows to staring down the cat "Bonnie". Bonnie has since passed on during the winter.

Wilson is still around as well, it's just the girls don't think Wilson is very photogenic.

If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above,

where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.

Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

Colossians 3:1-2

Don't Fence Me In

Sorry it has been awhile since I've updated my blog. As most of you know I'm back in Michigan for now. I was hired on full time at the place I work, with benefits and all. I hope to keep this updated some more, so I hope you'll come back again soon.

This is the archway entrance dad and I worked on for Mama and Daddy's 27 anniversary. Don't it look nice?

Then a couple of weeks later, dad and I got to work putting in some barbed wire fence.

Here is my heart... My wire heart for stays in a stretch wire gate.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:

thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.

Psalms 30:11

Arch Way Entrance

This is the last project Warren and I worked on together. As some of you know I'm leaving the ranch for a new job in Michigan. I still hope to keep updating this every now and then, so please stop by again.

God Bless.

Another Drive.... Cattle Drive that is.

Starting out, before the sun came up.



These miserable girls keep coming back about 8 miles. They just don't get the hint that we want them to stay away from here.

My 2 buddies.
Wilson and Wrangler.

Norm in the distance.

White House Flat.

White House Flat.
Someone got offended a while ago about the White part of it. So now the Forest Service calls it Ambrose Vally. But we still call it White House.

Wilson getting them up.

Now Wrangler is getting them up.

Pushing the cows to the middle of the flat to the meeting point, to push them further up the mountain.

Wrangler getting a hold. You should see him work. Wrangler likes to fight the cows when they're facing him and bellering, and Little Wilson likes to bight the heels.

At the meeting point getting ready for the big push.

The other morning when there was just a little bit of smoke in the air. Now there's a lot of fires close to us, and a ton of smoke in the air. I can't see 2 mile away sometimes.

"Who in Samhill?"

"Who in samhill was it said how the cowboy's life was so grand and glorious?"

"I don't know, but I think it was the same feller who said something about beautiful snow."

"Well, whoever it was has never pulled bog and never rode in wet snow."

This kind of talk was going on between 'em. One was on his horse at one end of the rope and the other, the loop end in his hand, was knee deep in sucking slushy black mud trying to find the horns of a cow that had bogged down.

He wanted to put his loop end of the rope around them horns. the cow had been fighting in trying to get our after having her drink, and the suckin mud had got her deeper as she fought, till only about half of her body showed. The cow being on the "prod" as they usually are when bogged down that was had fought with the result that she got on her side, throwed her head until, in her struggling, she'd throwed it back and there she layed breathing hard, both her horns stuck deep in the mud.

There wasn't a part of her showed where a loop could be throwed so it would catch a hold. So there was nothing to do but for one of the cowboys to was in the mud, get her horns and place the loop around 'em. Then as her head was straightened and she struggled some more to get at the cowboy who was near her, the other cowboy on the bank pulled with his horse, and all together she was soon brought to solid ground, there to show her gratitude only by trying to hook the men and horse that had saved her life.

But that's the nature of the range critter and the cowboys didn't pay much attention to that, there'd been such doings all day long.

Written by "Will James" in one of his books, "Home Ranch".

If your looking for a good book to read get his book "Smoky the Cow Horse", but make sure you ask for one of his books with his drawings in it.