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The boys were playing in their kitchen yesterday late afternoon. Evidently Gus got the door to the cook stoke open and jumped on it, tipping it over on himself and Sam. Sam had a bruise and didn’t want to use his arm, so the kids took him to the doc last night, while Gus stayed here with me and Gramma. Sam broke it just above the elbow so has to look like a part of the Hulk for 3 weeks, before they will take this cast off!

I sure have had a lot of them on my arms and legs over the years!

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Rained last night. Ought to help keep the grass going for awhile. Looks like maybe a half inch or so.

Went out to get a bull in yesterday afternoon. I rode Pilgrim, my 4 year old. We didn’t gt him. He was on a twisty, muddy creek and used it to his advantage. I finally decided it wasn’t worth messing up my colt any more than I had, in my anger and frustration, so came home for a better trained horse and a bull whip. By the time I got home I had re-thought it and decided to go out today on a better trained horse and a bull whip and a better attitude. Maybe both of us will have a better attitude. We shall see!  🙂

When I ran to Belle the other day and got stuff to fix my water problem down south,I got 4 inch pipe and elbows. Chance and I went down yesterday to fix it and I realized that I should have gotten 3 inch. Senility is a bitch!

So I stole Cindy’s car this morning and ran back 80 some miles to Belle and returned the wrong parts and got new.

Just kind of putted around this afternoon and had a long conversation with a young man I don’t speak to all that often. Sure was a good visit. Cindy gave me hell, but it was sure a lot cheaper than driving to Belle after parts!

The vendors are transforming Sturgis to Bike Rally City. Not that many bikers yet. But they are coming. I can feel it in my bones!

Check this out. Thanks Og for the heads up.

Chance and I rode young horses down south thru’ the neighbors, looking for lost yearling’s or a bull. Found neither. He rode a new horse we just got back from a kid. I had seen this horse at a friends and he mentioned that he was for sale, cheap. I learned all there was to learn about the horse and told a neighbor kid, well really a young man of about 22, who is riding on a bunch of yearling’s, all about him. He thought he would sure work for him. My buddy delivered hime to the young guy last Monday, with the assurance that the young man could try him for a week and if he liked him, pay for him, if not send him home. The young man called the next morning and said he had ridden him twice and didn’t want him. Had all kinds of whiney excuses, but what ever, a deal is a deal.

I was a little put out that he hadn’t gotten a hold of my friend before he left as he could have stopped and picked him up on his way home.

They get to visiting over the phone and then the young man calls me all upset about the deal. I ain’t happy and let him know it and he assurse me that he will drop the horse at my house when he comes home to visit his folks.

Next morning my buddy calls and asks if I will drive the 120 miles to go get the horse as the young man’s boss has told him he will turn him out on the hiway if he don’t come get him that day and my buddy hasn’t got time, as he has other people lined up to come to his house and do several jobs. So Chance and I go get the horse and bring him home. Chance and Hope ride him yesterday evening and get along fine. Chance rode him this morning and traded horses with me and let me ride him. Now, this horse is no spade bit packin’, never make a mistake hore. But he sure is good enough to go chase down a yearling, rope him and get the job down, if you are half a hand. Hell, Hope rode him this afternoon and we went and got 3 yearlings out of the neighbors.

I sure under estimated the young feller. It damn sure won’t ever happen again.

But I think Hope has a new horse! Cheap!

How do you decide who is and isn’t a friend? How do we establish the parameters?

I met a lady some years back who contacted me to build a saddle to fit her horses back, that was having some trouble. I hate it when any of God’s creature suffer and when horses do, they usually give the person they around a hard time. Trouble is most people aren’t smart enough to know that it isn’t the horses fault, they are just trying to survive and get along. But of course, the horse always gets the blame.

Jill was wise enough to think that her horse had a problem that might be caused by her saddle. Turns out, it probably wasn’t, but in the learning of this she ordered a saddle and I made her a bare bones rig to ride with some modifications, to help her horse. She loved it and when I told her she would have to send it back so I could finish it, she didn’t want to give it up, so she just ordered another one!

Now, this is not a lady who has lots of money to just throw around, but she is also a lady who loves horses and in particular, her two. So I finally got her one made this spring and she brought me the first one and took the new one home. She spent a day here and I took her to a branding and let her ride Woody, my crazy bay who very few have ever ridden. Most just ain’t good enough hands to get along with him. She did excellent and had a great time.

Over the years, we have become friends. We send emails and she has had several of the things she has sent me, copied and put on this blog. We call and laugh and tease each other and whine and complain. You know, good friends.

She started having some medical problems this spring and the doctors couldn’t quite get a handle on it. Thought it might have been a stroke, but couldn’t be sure. She is no one to tamper with idly, so she gave them hell!

When she came out this spring, she had an episode on the way, but because of a note she saw written, she read a passage in her bible, which she always keeps with her when she travels, along with her pistol, and decided after reading Psalm 91 as suggested, that it was all part of God’s plan. On her way home, she had a friend riding with her and had another episode and this time completely blacked out. Her friend took control of the pickup and got them stopped and got her in an ambulance.

She also drove her part ways home to Indiana and met her husband who took her the rest of the way. She went in for more tests. This time they found a tumor in her brain. She wasn’t going to let them do anything with it at first as she was tired of the doctors who think they are God and was fed up. But she did go on at encouragement from friends. She was not afraid of dying, but of being crippled and sick with nausea

She had surgery today. Not good news. Tumor has twice as big as it had been shortly before. The doctor implanted radioactive seeds in her brain where they took out as much of the tumor as they could. She has lost use on one side of her body for now. 

For her sake, if she has to die from this, I hope she goes quickly. As much as I hate the thought of losing my friend, I hate the thought of a vibrant, active, fun loving, always laughing and joking, lovely lady, having to suffer and pass from this world into the next, as a sickly, sad creature.

I ask all of you to pray for my friend Jill.


I’ve got lots of good friends, and she is one of my favorites.

Damn. This hurts and sucks and I need her to get better and prove them all wrong.

Give them hell Jill!

Rick ( a good neighbor and lifelong friend) came and helped me and Chance bring the heifer bunch in and sort out pairs and yearling’s and the bulls off. The owner will come tomorrow and get the bulls. All but a couple, we will keep with our cows. We then pay him lease and take the bulls back when we are done. Works good for both of us.

Got lots of miles on our young horses. I switched to Mijo, so also got some work on him also. We were short a couple head so I re saddled up Pilgrim and went hunting. Chance and I switched horses while out in the pasture and I rode Jake. Jake may not be the prettiest horse in the world, but he’s smooth and fun to ride.

We went on our annual golf/tripping day. We go to Deadwood for the beginnings of th Days of 76 rodeo and watch the single steer roping. Then we go and play 9 holes of golf. The group varies from year to year, but about anyone who wants in is welcome. We have a mix of us codgers and some of the younger guys. Chance wanted to go but needed to stay home and help a feller with his haying.

My buddy Keith, came up and brought a horse to a young man I know who is working east of here and riding on lots of yearling’s. So then he spent Monday evening here and yesterday we went on the tripping/golf day. The rest of the group decided to play another 9 holes, but Keith had a fair drive to get home so we took off after one game. I did swing by the open cut mine in Lead to show him that big hole in the ground. Anyone who is going by, should really stop and look at it. Pretty amazing all the rock that has been relocated there, looking for and removing, gold.

Day before, I worked with a cut up filly and the grandkids were here so we played with horses. Here’s a few pictures.





I took off the other afternoon and drove down south east of here to look at a buddies ranch. I spent the night and then after looking it over the next morning, took off and came home. He had hay to put up. And threatened to put me on a tractor!

Yesterday I hauled a cow to the butcher and then took a dry cow of Chance and Hopes on to the sale and stuck around and got the check for them.

Today I showed some yearling’s to a sale barn rep. Then worked on a water system down at a well south of here. Drove the tractor down, but couldn’t finish up by myself, so left the tractor and walked home. Whew. That is hard on an old fat guy!

Now I am waiting on Cindy to come home and give me a hand. She went out in the kayak last night. She even had to admit that it was fun!

There was a 50th birthday party for my friend Rick, last night at his brothers. We went and had a good time. Then the clouds opened up and let loose.When we left and made a run for the car we got soaked. Must have gotten over an inch, any way. The dog food pan on the steps was running over.You got to love a wet country. Unless your trying to put up hay

Chance and I rode up north and doctored on my favorite cow who had a sore foot. Maybe she ain’t my favorite no more? We also doctored on a heifer and a bull with bad eye and bad foot. Chance  is getting to where he can really stick it on the head end. And he rode Mijo and he’s getting better at tracking also.

When we got up this morning, Fr Tyler was sleeping on the couch. This is his day off. Not too sure what time he came in last night.