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I never thought about people not understanding the Artist Ride, so I will post something I wrote about it from another source. Here you go Lisa! 🙂

Chance and I loaded up and got to the bottom of the Cheyenne River breaks on Wednesday evening in time to unload horses and panels, set up a small holding pen and set up our range teepee’s, next door to my buddy, Karen Bonnie who is a wonderful artist from down in south west Colorado.

We were up at daylight and loaded the horses and drove up on the rim where we saddled up and rode up and down and around, all the while being photographed by artists. Some would ask you to strike a certain pose or ride into or over a certain spot. If they were individuals using you, when they got done taking your photo, they would walk up and give you a tip, usually from 5 bucks on up. If it was a group, they would pass the hat and give you the money. If there were several of you, all doing the same scene, you split it evenly amongst the models. We would change our outfits slightly when ever they quit taking photo’s.

When we got all done, Chance rode with the owner of the ranch’s daughter, who was moving 3 big longhorn steers and they dropped down in the breaks and picked up the longhorn cows and trailed them into the headquarters.
Every morning and evening (because the artists like that slanting light the best) we, or some of the other models would trail the horses down thru’ the camp and into and across the river, back and forth until you wanted to scream. As long as we were willing to do it, they would take picture of horse in water. There was usually someone riding or something, at the water. We also trailed the cattle to and in the river, back and forth.You name it and it happens at the water. All to make western paintings.

Towards dark, when the light is no good, you hang out with artists and models at the chuckwagon, or someones camp. People cook for themselves, drive the 18 miles over gravel roads into town, or eat at the catering van, which has a special every evening. Drink and visit, make music and tell tales. Usually get to bed around 10 and listen to the drunken hilarity going on. I woke in the night several nights to Indians singing and playing the drum. Sounded good to me as it wasn’t too loud.

Hope brought the boys down Friday after noon, so I took them up in front of me in turns and Gus made 25 bucks and then they put the saddle on Beav and lead him and Sam around. We finally wore them out and then they left as they had a wedding the next day and didn’t think the boys would sleep well in the small teepee they use.

On Saturday, Doug Hansen pulled in with a 4 up and a mud wagon. He needed an out rider so I went along to help. Had a blast and that man can really put them thru’ their paces, but the nigh wheeler was a bitch and would try and rear and fall across her mate, so I had a lead rope and when she tried it I yanked on her tough ol’ mule like face and dally’d and held her if need be. Once she got the kinks out I was just there to ride in and help in a wreck. At one time, while he was making a circle and starting to lope them up a slight hill, the nigh leader, Big (other one was named Rich) went to hoggin’ and trying to buck at a lope! Now that is something not many have gotten to see let a lone get pictures of!  My arm is still sore from yanking on her and then also some roping we did in the center of the campground with some cattle. I was throwing some fancy shots and not hitting and of course these dang pups who were there thought I was just a crazy old guy so I had to double hock a few the regular way to win their respect. It was fun and I got paid a little to do so.

Yup it was a blast, but man, am I wore out. Good to get back to work and rest up!

Well, I made it! Had a great time and saw some old friends and met some new ones. Got to be an outrider  and help with a stagecoach. Actually, a mudwagon, which is a lighter, smaller version and when we crossed the Cheyenne River with it, the passangers found out why it’s called a mudwagon! I took my camera, but didn’t take one picture. Just too busy, and besides, we models are there for the artists to take pictures of and they pay a fee for that privledge. I’m sure no one would have said anything to me, but I still feel it’s my job and I get paid to work, not take pictures.

We have to ultra sound heifers tomorrow and I still have a lot of stuff to unload so I better get to it. Just wanted to check in. Hope all is well with all of you. I can say I missed my blogs while I was gone. Hope no major news events went by that I needed to comment on! LOL

Chance and I are going to take off this afternoon for the Ride, down in the Cheyenne river breaks. We will be gone a couple days, so I will tell you about it when I get back!

What is it?

Hope say’s they are fungus, like mushrooms. Weird!

I updated my blogroll so if you haven’t looked at all the blogs I check in on, on a regular basis, you might want to check it out.

I got this recipe from a blog by Will Winters. Here is a link to his blog, if yuou are so inclined.

Peggy asked me at church, to post it , as it works real good for me. I capitalized all my comments.

~~3 CUPS OF FRESHLY GROUND FLOUR  – We do keep organic wheat in the freezer and run it right through our Whisper Mill as we need it to cook with. Doing it this way seems to prevent allergies and gluten problems (for most of us anyway). You can use BUCKWHEAT or TRITICALE too. These are great grains. Boughten flour has lots of problems. I USE REGULAR FLOUR.

~~1-2 TSP BAKING POWDER. You can get extreme here about sodium and so on but, this doesn’t bother me too much so it’s what I use. I think there are healthy options to BP but I haven’t used them. The BP is there for the rising, but it adds a significant flavor to the biscuit.      I USE 2 TSP

~~1-1.5 TSP  SEASALT. Very important to add to the mix to achieve one of the 4-5 blended flavors that give a real biscuit it’s bite.  I USE 1 TSP OF REGULAR SALT

~~~ 2/3 STICK OF COLD BUTTER –  You can substitute 1/2 of this with BACON GREASE if you have it. This is hard-core because the biscuits will have a bacon flavor. Don’t use the BG if you don’t like this flavor. LARD is great too if you have the pure stuff. The flavor and texture is divine and there are no off-flavors.

~~~  1-1.5 CUPS OF MILK (OR CREAM)  You can and should use BUTTERMILK if you have it which I never do.


Mix all the dry ingredients in a mixing bowl.  Add the cold or chilled butter (soft butter won’t work!) and cut it into the dry ingredients with a blending tool (curved metal wires) chopping and chopping, wiping each time until all the butter is cut into BB-sized globs covered with flour. Then slowly add the milk using the exact amount that will make the dough into a ball you can roll. DO NOT KNEAD or OVERHANDLE- any action beyond the very minimum to mix the ingredients will result in tough biscuits.

Roll the dough out on the countertop to a very thin layer about 1/2″ thick. A common mistake is to make them too thick! That leads to a cakey, crumbly affair. Use the top of a juice glass to cut the circles, or a round cookie cutter. Place them on a cookie sheet with a bit of flour or cornmeal under them. Make sure the biscuits touch each other which helps rising. I PAT MINE OUT THIN AND CUT IT WITH A KNIFE AND SLIDE THEM ALL ONTO MY COOKIE SHEET. YES, I KNOW, SQUARE BISCUITS! WHO’D A THOUGHT?!

Bake in a hot oven, 425- 450 degrees, until they have risen and have a light golden brown tone.

I’ve been working on my loading chute, trying to get it firmed up and a little handier to back up to and load cattle out of. I got it done yesterday. It has a dirt floor in it so I extended the front out and let the dirt spill out the one side and built it up, so it can be used for a cat walk along the side. These cattle sure load good with a dirt floor and we usually don’t get enough rain for it to wash too bad. And when it does, I just drop some more in with the loader. Dirt is pretty cheap around here. 🙂

I used left over material from tearing the old corral fence down. Got a few planks left over so I suppose I will have to go patch on my poor ol’ rickity corrals.

Poor fences make good cowboys!


That is what they said her name was. Supposedly she was trained as a 2 or 3 year old. Then used as a broodmare. She is 8 now. And not very well trained. But she’s getting better. Time will tell if she makes a kids horse.


Well, I am glad I went and drove those young men around, in their carousing, so they could drink and not worry about getting a DUI, I am sure I will never be the same again! The loss of innocence, is so sad!

We went to a couple “gentlemen” clubs. The young ladies (I am assuming they were young, tho in some cases it seemed hard to tell) who work at these “clubs” were energetic, athletic and even for a short time entertaining. But I must say, that it grew tawdry very fast. Very few seemed to be very  accomplished dancers,but they were friendly! At least the ones I visitied with were. One who didn’t have a lot of excitement on the dance floor and was a tad bit out of shape, seemed to be a very nice young lady to visit with. I am sure they need to be to make their dollar, but she, and all the rest I visited with, seemed to really enjoy visiting with an eldery novice at these sort of night spots.

The young men enjoyed themselves whole heartedly and made me laugh almost non stop. When I asked why they would be interested in looking at partialy clad females, none of whom was any better looking, and many who were not nearly as beautiful as the wives they left at home, they really didn’t have an answer. I guess it must be some sort of young man initiation. Men and boys will be men and boys.

Worst part is, tho’ I tried my darndest to remain just a keen observer and not to let any untoward thoughts enter into my mind and merely tried to take a spectators view and enjoy the athletic feats and finesse of the workers, much as you would while watching any sport, I am afraid I will need to go to confession at church, now!

It’s not something I will look forward to going and doing again, but I suppose everyone ought to go at least once

And what is with the women who go to these places and even take part, from the floor? Odd. Very odd.

The fox wasn’t rabid!

Chance, Hope, the boys and I went to Rapid today. Sam got his cast off and we brought home a POA mare. Hopefully she will rmember her training from when she was youg. She was cheap enough that if she doesn’t we aren’t out too much.

I am the DD for a bachelor party tonight. Hopefully they won’t stay out all night!