Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Hog Wild...

Two of the ranches we lived on had wild hogs.

 Dad hunt'n hogs on the Cowman's home ranch

 One of those, the SV Ranch, had a lot of them, and the hogs were about as mean as they come. 

not my pic, but just like the SV wild hogs

 Years before a neighboring rancher had brought in some Russian boars and they "accidentally" broke out of the pens.  Hogs can go feral pretty darn quick and those boars did a bang up job of over populating the countryside. I'm sure the rancher that brought them thought wild hog hunts would help supplement his bottom line. But those damn hogs did way more dollar damage than was ever made by selling hunts. They tore up pastures, destroyed watering holes, ripped out fences, and killed fawns, lambs, and the occasional calf with abandon.
The Cowman was checking cattle a horseback one day, on a small oak flat up in the hills, when out of a grease wood thicket came an ol tusker. He charged the horse the Cowman was on. In the melee that ensued, the ol tusker slashed open high inside of the right hind leg of the Cowman's horse. The Cowman managed to get his saddle gun out and put a kill shot in the ol tusker.  He then ripped both sleeves off his shirt to bandage and tourniquet his horse.  After getting him bandaged he lead his horse off the mountain to home. It was the only way, if he had left him to go get a trailer, the horse would most likely have bled out before he could get back to him.  
The horse healed up after a long course of home doctoring.  I had to do some deep tissue cleaning and suturing on that cow horse. It never bothered me to stitch up a cow, but I hated having to do it to a horse.  They are so different in hide type, with cowhide you can be a crappy stitcher and get away with it, with horses fine sutures are called for.
The guys took a four wheeler up the mountain and cut the tusks out of the stinky ol boar. The Cowman showed the kids how the tusks worked to slice and dice. Included was a lesson on how you always needed to be packing, don't be caught out alone a foot, and where to aim so you got a fast kill, because your wellbeing  or your horse's could depend on it.
Between the rattlesnakes, (I killed 29 in my yard alone the last summer we lived there) and the wild hogs it was not my favorite ranch. There must have been a few redeeming features to that place, but they have been lost to my memory. 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Rising moon...

Those two weeks of spring we had are now over and we are rapidly approaching the days of  
  as it is supposed to start hitting the century mark on the thermometer this week.  
I should be in the mountains where I belong in summer. Some day I will be again, even if it is only as ashes on a hillside over looking a meadow at the headwaters of the Wood River.

Right now I'm looking forward to another kayaking adventure. This one a "full moon on the lake" trip, with one of the sister-in-laws and her church group.  I know, I know... me, a church group, full moon, what could happen right!  It will be fine, I'll wear my floating rosary beads...

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Grad night...

Back to it after a whirlwind couple of  days with Marymine and crew.  It was good for my soul to spend time with them. A crazy busy time: talking, sharing stories, meals, shopping, hauling kids every which way, and going to graduations.
First night was Lauren's 8th grade graduation




Next night was Colt's high school graduation
 Ali is home too, so there was a lot of hugging going around. Cody couldn't make it but will have a short leave the end of next month before reporting to Bethesda. I will hopefully get to see him then.  
Marymine's yard looks wonderful with the new landscaping, and her veggie garden is growing like gangbusters.  We both like repurposing things... this is her new fire pit:
 Colt got it for her, and welded a steel plate in the center to lay the fire on.  Works like a charm. Do you know what it is?

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Hugs...

Since it is Throw (way) Back Thursday... 


I think this picture, which is so old it's B&W, was taken the day my brother Buzz graduated from Jr High.  I sort of remember being that young and hugging him.
Two of my grandkids graduate this week, one from high school and one from middle school.  The HS grad, Colt, is going on to diesel mech school.  It is what he wants so he can come home and run the mech end of the farming operation. He knows where his talent lies, and a kinder, more giving young man would be hard to find.
The soon to be high schooler, Lauren, is Miss sports, and has her grandma's quirky sense of humor and fierce loyalty to her family.  Or so I am frequently told by her mother, Marymine. She wants to be a physical therapist this week, mainly because she likes helping people and is a bit bossy...hmmm.
Ali is home on summer break from SouthWestern, and Cody is getting ready to go to Bethesda. So for a few moments in time  I will get to hug on them, and hold them tight.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Cowgirl gardening...

Garden is in, and there are fresh veggies on the way.  I wasn't putting one in this year and then I was...


Just a few necessary staples: bell peppers, patty pan, zucchini, crookneck, icebox watermelon, Armenian cucs, lemon cucs, three types of tomatoes, and a whole host of basil, flat parsley, oregano, and thyme.  
Holes were dug (with blasting caps), soil was amended (well aged cow pies), fertilizer added (dead frog), drip line installed (garden hose left at eighth of a turn), deer fencing installed (wormwood spread hither and yon). 
Ah... now to set back in a lovely old bent willow chair, dressed in a weathered linen pinny, sip some sweet tea, rest the well worn cowgirl boots up on a rock, 
and plink away at those damn feral cats from next door...