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Here’s Rooster, pitching one in. I’m sure he made it work. Little twerp always does! LOL

Honestly he deserves to catch, as much time as he has spent practicing. It’s sure refreshing to be around a young man his age who is so much fun. No sass, except in fun. He’s showing the makings of a good horse and cow hand. He’s got started braiding and I’ve been encouraging him. Maybe he will braid me up some nice rawhide works someday and not charge me an arm and a leg. 🙂

I went up to a neighbors today and helped work some calves and cows with their fall shots. Fun and pretty nice weather to work in. Beaver did pretty good sorting. I was a little heavy on his head at times when I’d forget to ride with my legs, but he will duck and dive a little, when encouraged to do so.

I wore the new contacts all day today. Made reading weird. Hard to get the words to all focus. I may have to go with regular ones and just wear reading glasses, instead of these with the bi-focals built in them. Just for looking around, I like them. I have periphrial vision again!

I will wear my glasses the next few days at the poetry rodeo and gathering. When I get back, I will start in again with the contacts.

Sure hope to see some of you down there. 🙂

The rest of you, will just have to settle for a short report when I get back…….if I’m in the mood. (insert emoticon of smiley sticking his tounge our and giving a rasberry!)

Later dudes and dudettes! LOL

Here’s Rooster, pitching one in. I’m sure he made it work. Little twerp always does! LOL

Honestly he deserve4s to catch, as much time as he has spent practicing. It’s sure refreshing to be around a young man his age who is so much fun. No sass, except in fun. He’s showing the makings of a good horse and cow hand. He’s got started braiding and i’ve been encouraging him. Maybe he will braid me up some niv=ce rawhide works someday and not charge me an arm and a leg. 🙂

Well, I set here writing this a changed man. I got contacts today!

Guess that is good enough for the first anniversary of this blog.

I was needing to get my eyes vhecked and had visitied with a neighbor lady who wore these soft contacts for years. She since has had Lasic surgery and commented that she missed her contacts for keeping dirt out of her eyes. That was the main reason I had never tried them before.

My eyes had changed a little and I hate wearing glases, for all the usual reasons, so I hope these work. Pop them in and leave them in for a month and then pop a new set in. About the same cost as my glasses, maybe a little cheaper. I won’t have to worry about them fogging up, or sweat running off my face into them or them getting dirty.

So I guess old dogs can try new tricks. We’ll see how it goes.

Here’s Dean pitching one at the hind end while Case holds the front end. I thought if I made it sepia toned maybe the ropes would show up better.

Just got done with a new poem and decided to put it on here. Let me know what you think. I sent it of to my mentor and she made a good suggestion. I goes a lot smoother now. Thanks Beth. As always, read it out loud for the best effect.

This comes from a true account in a book by a Mr Cook who lived on the frontier and came up the trail, guided hunters and the Army. Not a braggart at all, just true accounts of the life he led. I thought the story was entertaining and had never heard of anything like this happening so decided to make it into a poem.

Gettin’ religion

An old man spoke of his life on the plains
here’s the tale he told to me
“I’ve lived a life few men will know
I’ve traveled from sea to sea

I lived at a time where a horse was a friend
and a good one was worth a lot
I’ve forgotten many who served me well
But there is one I’ve never forgot

He was hard and tough, black as night
with a temper like Satan’s own
He would bite and paw and strike for fun
and pitch until I was thrown

I know you’ll think I’m somewhat addled
if you asked my favorite today
“Blackie”, would have to be my reply
I’ll explain, if you’ll hear my say

I was guidin’ for General Crook at the time
Huntin’ ‘Paches down there in the south
Where the rocks bake hot in the sun year around
and the sand, it fills up your mouth

Everytime I saddled that cussed black beast
He’d put up a fight of course
But he packed me in at the end of each ride
Oh, he was a remarkable horse

I prided myself on my riding at the time
I could do what some could not
But “Pride goes before a fall”
Cuz’ it got us in a real tight spot

I was making a short pe’aser one day
searching for ‘Pache sign
When down in the bottom of a desert canyon
slugs and arrows began to whine

Them Indians I had been searching for
why they had been looking for me!
I made a fine target, they all let loose
There were shots from every tree

There we was, right in their sights
they had intentions of cuttin’ my hair
But Blackie was shy, didn’t care for the attention
like a bird he took to the air

He jumped so high, I saw the stars
then he dropped to the bowels of the earth
With a sideways lunge he took off again
but my spurs were stuck in the girth

I was makin’ a ride on the hurricane deck
and it weren’t for no paltry pay
I was ridin’ for my life, quite literally my friend
while I was also learnin’ to pray

With the wild convulsions we two was caught in
we was coverin’ a’plenty a ground
By the time I was assured of making that ride
wasn’t ‘nary an Indian around

We had left them all a half mile back
They’d quit shootin’ to watch our show
Halting their attack towards me and that horse
helped my Christianity to grow

So me an ol’ Blackie skeddadled from there
before they hollered out, “Encore!”
We lit out for parts more friendly for us
less risky for us to explore

There is lots of fellers who can set a horse
and spur and ride through the air
I guess I had more incentive than some
I was ridin’ to save my hair!

So Blackie just has to be rated as tops
another horse, likely I’d be dead
Tho’ he bedeviled and bucked for many more years
he was always well watered and well fed

As you can see he saved my life
Them Indians saw a bronc ride for free
Blackies antics gave us a chance to survive
And helped make a Christian of me

R Dennis 9/07

And on that note, here’s another picture of Case and Spur. My picture wasn’t the best, so I fiddled with it. I don’t think Spur is anything like the horse in the poem. 😉

Here’s a picture of Case, the young man’s father from yesterday’s blog entry. A good man, neighbor and friend. He’s got a steer coming at him and fixin’ to stick one on him.

I’ve got a buddy who just got bit by the blogger bug. Check it out. http://viablethirds.blogspot.com/

Got a good intro to a story he wrote several years ago and a link to read it. Interesting.

He’s a hell of a writer and I always tease him about writing the great American novel. He could do it and I think will, after it has distilled in his mind long enough.

Right now he has a lot on his plate. But he is still a hell of a writer.

And remember to let me know how I need to mark the 1st anniversary of this blog, coming up real quick. One suggestion is for you guys to send me pix and the one I like best will be posted here and that person will get to spend a day with me. Might be a better prize if you DIDN’T have to spend a day with me! LOL

I am going to be heading out for Hot Springs in a few days for the Poetry Gathering and Cowboy Poetry rodeo. I am one of the judges for this years event. This is the first time it will be held in Hot Springs. Quite the deal, a bunch of poets competeing and being judged just like at a regular rodeo for money and honor. Got a couple night shows with some big name talent on friday and saturday night with jam sessions ans poetry sessions both all day friday and saturday. Anyone who is even within several hundred miles should attend as this is a lot of fun!

So I won’t be blogging after wednesday, until at least sunday, unless I run onto someone with a computer to borrow. And then I’ll probably be having so much fun I won’t have time! Nanner nanner! LOL

Here’s Case and Bubba, gettin’ one trapped so they can throw a loop at him.

What do you think of this pony Mad? One of the neighbors. A nice young man who started this colt and just worked with him a little bit at a time. Colt is a 2 year old and he was roping steers off him last evening. We were ranch roping, so it wasn’t like he was running him all over and roping the cattle and jerking them and his colt around. Just real easy stuff. Lots of standing.

I’ll post more pictures of our roping as we go along. I tried to load some pictures last night, but couldn’t get this blog to accept them.

Stay tuned! 🙂

Chance on Frankie, spring of 06.

Don’t think I ever posted this on here yet. Guess it will have to do for now Pixie.

I took 3 horses to my colt man today and then stuck around and helped him put some siding up on his house. He had a bad hail storm come thru’ and he’s still getting things re-built.

Two horses for him to ride for a bit and one I am giving him. She’s a nice filly that goes back to a mare he had. She also goes back to Kid and he’s got a half brother to Beaver, out of Kid and wished he had another, so with the prices of horses what they are, especiially fillies, I just told him he could have her. I felt better about it than what the money would have made me feel, if I had sold her. He can always bring her over to my stud, if he wants, also.

Went out this afternoon and got a bucket with some bentonite in it to fix on a tank. Woody and Mijo came up to the fence, thinking I had some grain. Woody stuck his nose in the bucket and couldn’t figure out why there was no grain in it. Curled his lip and looked plumb disgusted. Mijo stuck his nose in the bucket and almost tipped it over, so I made a quick grab for the bucket and spooked Mijo. Man! That little feller can really make a move! Spooked him and he moved about 10 feet in a nanosecond! I can’t wait to be setting on him when he does that with a cow! LOL

Hope you had a good day!

If you haven’t noticed, there are a few changes to the looks of this blog/journal!

There may be more coming your way.

In the future you may see some ads on here. They are for your benefit.

Let me know what you think, if you like the changes or not.

As I was going through my poems and re-printing some (seems I lost the ones I had printed out) I came across this one. Ray Hunt, who is a wonderful trainer of people and an advocate of horses (do a google search) has quoted this in the past as his clinics. I thought it was very apt and very true. Wish I knew who wrote it, other than anonymous, who seems to get lots of credit for lots of printed material, all of which he/she couldn’t have possibly written! A friend who also builds saddles and can really throw a rawhide riata and hit his targets, was kind enough to give me a copy. Thanks Don!

Here it is…

Man in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think your a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass says your only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he’s with you clear up to the end
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend

You may get what you want down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

Author unknown

I try to live by this quite a bit, tho’ I have been accused of being selfish. I just figure if I ain’t happy with who I am and what I am doing, I won’t have much time to try and help others, whether they need me to or not.

Let me know what you think.

Now I better get out there and do some real ranch work! 🙂

I’ll try and come up with some fresh horse pictures Mad, but I’m running out of fresh material!

Here you go Pixie!

Not only a horse picture but an old, bearded, fat man too! With aa almost 1 year old pup, who’s got the makings of a fine cowdog, tho’ he ain’t quick enough to catch a dumb ol’ jackrabbit!

We three, and Nip also (who didn’t make the picture) had been out moving some horses around and checking on grass for yearling. We were ambling back towards the house, when bang! A dumb bunny jumped out of the grass right underneath Shadow’s nose. Poor dumb puppy, didn’t stand a chance, tho he gave the rabbit quite a go for a little ways.

Any dog who can’t catch a rabbit that close, is never going to get a better chance!

Oh well, he had his fun trying to catch him and like so many of us, maybe if we caught what we were chasing, we just wouldn’t be satisfied!

By the way, that is Beaver I am setting on, son of Kid and grandson of Woody. Damn, he is one fine horse! 🙂

Photo credit goes to Aunt Cindy. She did pretty good, with what she had to work with! 😉

By the way, this blog is coming up on it’s first annivarsery, on Sept 24th. Anyone who can come up with a good contest and prize idea for a small celabration, just let me know.

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