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Well, the storm has passed. We got maybe 5 inches of snow. Drifted up a little, but not bad. It’s 35 degree’s out right now and the sun is shining.

I fed with the tractor so I could move snow around. Then sorted horses and turned the unused ones out and kept in the colt and his half sister who is going to the trainer this weekend. He mentioned maybe I ought to work on her halter breaking before I sent her, so I did. Went well. Afterword’s I worked with Colonel a little too.

Nerer got too cold and sure wasn’t too bad, but then I wasn’t calving or lambing either.

Well so far all we have is a cool but nice day. Overcast but no snow and not a lot of wind. this thing must be coming thru’ slower or tracking different, tho’ it still predicts gust up in the mid 30’s and up to about 5 or 6 inches of snow.

Maybe the weather is wrong? 😮

I got everything fed and am ready as I can be. Boy, one of the bales I hooked on to this morning with the team, they had to really scratch and dig to get it moving and it was mostly off the ground. Heavy bale!

Supposed to get a good amount of snow and wind starting with the snow tonight and running thru’ Wednesday morning. So I decided that the cows down south ought to come home. It was about 16 this morning when I plugged the tractor in, thinking I might need it to lure the cows in with hay. All the horses were close so I fed the old and preggo and thin ones grain and locked the rest in, so I’d have a horse in case I needed one, and/or the team. We dressed up and then Cindy and I and the dogs drove the pickup south to find them and try and load some big barrels of mineral I had just given them the other day. We found them, we had the dogs, they was headed in the right direction, so we just let the dogs do their thing and drove them almost home, then got ahead to set a few gates, came back and urged them on and they slipped across the road and into the little pasture behind the house where they were pretty excited to see some old hay the thin horses hadn’t cleaned up yet. First hay they had seen since I moved them south a few months ago. Wasn’t a real “cowboy” way to move them, but it sure worked slick. I am waiting a bit, drinking tea and then I will go out and harness up and feed them and the others, some hay. Probably just mix them in with the calves and thinner cows that have been around here and they will stay together until after they calve now. Lots of old grass still down there, but it will be there to help catch snow and promote new growth in the spring. And there is grass out here where the other cows calves and horses have been running.

Wind is coming out of the south east but is going to switch tonight and move to the north north east according to my weather on the computer.

Shoulder/neck is better this morning but still tender. I’d like to go get on my colt, but doubt it will happen. Maybe after the storm when I’ve got some nice deep drifts to ride him in? 😉

Addy turned 1 year old today. We did not get to go to her house but will in a day or so, hopefully. Cindy and I headed south this morning to meet friends down by Martin, SD. We got to Wall and turned around and came back as the Interstate was a mess and it wasn’t supposed to get much better. we will have catch up with another day.

I somehow pulled some muscles in my neck and back so this afternoon we went up to Dean and Kay’s. Kay and Dean both worked on me and it helped. We looked at some old pictures from this country and had a good visit. When we got home I got in the tub with a steaming hot water and the bubble mat. When got out I felt much better, but now it is back. Cindy gave me a muscle relaxant and said I’d sleep REAL good. We shall see. Didn’t work with the colt today. Hopefully tomorrow. Snow storm coming so we will move the cows from down south home to morrow. Sure got a lot of “free” grazing while it lasted. I will be feeding hay from now on out.

I’ve seen this awhile ago. Just got in an email, again, I think it’s worth sharing and worth reading again, if you already have, as I have.

Escort (Kleenex warning)

My lead flight attendant came to me and said, “We have an H.R. on this flight.” (H.R. stands for human remains.)

“Are they military?” I asked.

‘Yes’, she said.

‘Is there an escort?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I already assigned him a seat’.

‘Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early,” I said..

A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier.

The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. ‘My soldier is on his way back to Virginia,’ he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.

‘I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also on board’, she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.

We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia. The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.

I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. ‘I’m on it’, I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I Saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
“Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family.”

The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.

Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.

I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, ‘You have no idea how much this will mean to them.’

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.

‘There is a team in place to meet the aircraft’, we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, ‘Take your time.’

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, ‘Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.’

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of ‘God Bless You’, I’m sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.

They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.

I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA.

This is the first day of our Lenten season. We are called to do more, with less, for ourselves and others, to broadly sum it up. I used to always just give something up that I really enjoyed, as a sacrifice. Sacrifice is love. If we love someone we sacrifice for them. Our children, spouses, family, friends and country. Why not for our Lord?

A few years ago it was pointed out to me that we should also use this time not only to give something up, but to try and improve ourselves. Thus, I gave up cussing. Every year. With various results. Now, it is not so much that I enjoy cussing, tho’ at times I do relish a good, nasty ol’ cuss word or two. Or three. Or a whole bunch strung out together. Heck, it can even sound so cool and is a great way to vent our frustrations and pain. And used to get a great reaction to those around you. I find it almost impossible to work with livestock without cussing!

But anymore, so many of the words that would have gotten my mouth washed out with soap if I used them, people just take as normal conversation. With the everyday use of these words, so many have lost their impact or punch. And they really were just a sign of someone who didn’t know how to properly say another, more expressive, but more succinct word. So those who cussed, by and large, are just showing their lack of intelligence in certain matters or word usage. Or their imagination. And who wants to think they lack intelligence? Or unimaginative? It’s also laziness. Too lazy to learn a more effective word or words that actually give a better meaning. And who wants to be considered lazy?

So in effort to better myself and sacrifice something that really has become much to commonplace in my word usage, I have forgone cussing as much as possible, during Lent.

Also I have decided that I shall spend less time on the internet doing things that distract me from much of life and especially my spiritual life. So I will spend very little time on Facebook and several of the places I normally go to chat to people across the interweb.

So to my fellow bloggers, if I do not post replies on your blogs, it might be because I didn’t have time. Or maybe didn’t even have time to read your latest entry. Or perhaps your content was a bit too, how shall I say this….earthy? And I don’t need that kind of stuff rattling around in my head.

I will still post on here, but maybe more just on the new heading “Horse Training”. See previous post as to why and what.

I hope you all have a great Lenten season.

I will post all of these entries, starting with this post, under a new heading on the top of the bar, as Horse training.

I have decided as one of my Lenten vows to work with Colonel every day, thru’ Lent. He is a coming 3 year old gelding we raised. He is out of Plumb Pepinic by Smart Little Pepinic / DrySilver Scotch.

On the bottom side, his Dam is Flips Dusty Socks by Flipmia / Cool Lassie.

His registered name is Plumb Dusty Colonel. I call him Colonel, pronounced kur a nell, like Sargent Shultz pronounced it on Hogan’s Hero’s TV show, years ago. “Colonel Klink!” With a decidedly German accent. 😉

Like the character of Sargent Shultz on the show, “he knows NOTHINGK!”

Well, that isn’t quite true. He is sort of halter broke and knows to come to grain in a bucket. Kind of an easy going dude. Doesn’t seem to let much ruffle his feathers. So I decided that I wanted to try to train him myself, with coaching and encouragement from some others. I had promisd to send him to Brad, this spring, along with his half sister, for Brad to start. When I told Brad of my plans he was encouraging and said he would help me in any way he could. Little does he know, he may have bite off more than he can chew!

Me also, perhaps.

I have always liked using a hackamore set up. Well made rawhide bosal and a mecate set up, to start horses. When Chance was breaking colts for people, he started many of them this way and some with a ring or broken moth snaffle. (Not the kind with shanks, which really are not a snaffle anyway. To be a snaffle, there can be no shanks so there is no leverage with one. It is a bit that is to be used primarily with just one rein at a time.)

A bosal is very similar, but there are some people whom I admire, who say a bosal is still different. Or at least they use it slightly different. They hold that the bosal is used much like the bit that will go in the horses mouth at a later date, so the signals, or cues, are much the same. Kind of like teaching a person to drive a pickup with a four speed instead of a tractor, so when they get in a race car with a four speed, they will be doing the same things and not have to re-learn a different way or set of skills. It supposedly transfers the knowledge over to the pupil, or in this case, horse, better.

In the past I have sent my young horses off to several of these young guys around this country who are great horse hands and they always return a very nice horse who will do all anyone would ask of it, at that point in their training. But…they have used a snaffle or bosal, in the way most would use a snaffle. I have never had a problem switching them over to a bosal after I get them back, if they were started in the snaffle. But I am now learning that some of the cues they were taught are slightly different than what I want to use, so in order to improve myself and hopefully, help the horse and not have him have to re-learn these subtle cues, I am going to attempt to just do it myself. I will try and write on here every day as to what we worked on and how it went.

I have been keeping Colonel in with a couple horses I have close and been graining every day. I have played with him a couple times in the last few days. Today we started getting serious.

I sorted Col off into a corral by himself and let him have a little grain. I haltered him and we did have a little session about him wanting to turn his butt to me when I went to catch him. No big deal, I just made it easier for him to stand and let me approach him from the front, where I carefully put the halter on and adjusted it so it fit snug but not too tight.

I had noticed his feet needed trimming, so while he was interested in his grain, I cleaned and trimmed his right front foot. Evidently I have done this to him at some time in the past as he was very good to let me hold his foot. When got to his left front foot, his grain was gone and he didn’t want to let me hold his foot as well as the other, but he didn’t really fight. So I tied him by the halter rope, high with a quick release knot and cleaned and trimmed that front foot. At some point further along I will trim his back feet.

I then got a soft cotton rope about 3/4 inch and used it to hobble his front feet. He took it well and when I asked him to move his front feet from side to side, did not get too excited. I then got a pad and a saddle. I had the cinches tied up and the pad was soft, but firm. When I went to “sack him out” with the pad, he did show more reaction! There is some fire n there. 🙂 Nothing to extreme, but it was a good thing I did it. By the time I was done he stood very quietly. So I went and picked up the saddle, let him smell it a bit and then set it on his back. I didn’t flop it, I didn’t drop it, I, in the words of some of these guys, “set it on him like I was putting my hat on my head”. I wiggled it and then walked to the other side, let down the cincha’s and adjusted them to fit him and then walked back over and snugged up the front cinch and then the back one. He took all that real well. I was going to unhobble him, but decided that the corral I was in wasn’t the best place to do that if he got too excited. So I uncinched, pulled the saddle and pad off and re-set it again a couple times, went to the other side and did the same, then took the saddle and pad off that side and put it away. I came back and unhobbled him and fussed over him and scratched his ears. He wanted to pull away from me as I was taking the halter off so I worked on that and showed him to stay with me and lower his head. When he accepted all that well I just turned and walked away. The first real session went well.

Been doing leather work and odds and ends. Had a little snow the other morning. Sounds like more coming in tonight and tomorrow. It’s wet, we’ll take it. Like we had a choice…

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the first day of out Lenten observation. One of my things to give up to help improve myself thu’ this time until Easter, is to spend less time on the computer, so if I don’t comment on your blog or on some of your stuff on Facebook, that is why.

This email has been going around for quite awhile. I got it again this morning. I am tired of it, so I will take the time to answer all these questions to finally lay it to rest.

Why Why Why


..Okay, first of all, why are you shouting?……Rape
2..Can you cry under water?
3.. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
4.. Why do you have to ‘put your two cents in’… but it’s only a ‘penny for your thoughts’? Where’s that extra penny going to?
5.. Once you’re in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
..No, your naked
6.. Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
..Because pizza’s are round and boxes that are square are easier to carry and don’t slid off the seat of the delivery car as easy.
7..What disease did cured ham actually have?
8..How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
..People didn’t use to carry so much luggage, but once they showed it was possible to fly to the moon, it made people think, “Gee, I could take a lot more stuff with me” when they went on vacation, so they set the people who invented space travel, to working on this and they came up with the little wheels on the luggage
9..Why is it that people say they ‘slept like a baby’ when babies wake up like every two hours?
..Because the person who invented that saying and all those who say that, are stupid.
10. If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
11..Why are you IN a movie, but you’re ON TV?
..Because the movie screen is so much bigger
12.. Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
.. Duh, so they can see!
13..Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They’re going to see you naked anyway…
..Because you are ugly and they don’t want to be exposed to all that ugliness, fat and/or wrinkles any more than they have to, as it’s a real downer, man!
14..Why is ‘bra’ singular and ‘panties’ plural?
..Because English is a stupid language.
15.. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
..The original inventors of the toaster were two guys named Toe and Stirr. One liked barely toasted bread and the other liked it plumb black
16.. If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a
stupid song about him?
..Because Jimmy owned slaves many years ago and made them watch him crack corn, which actuality has nothing to do with corn or cracking, but you couldn’t sing the words to the real act he was doing, which was really, really nasty, (matter of fact, so nasty, to this day we can not write about it or they will zap us with lasers…don’t ask about the zapping or you will be zapped with a laser. Really, trust me on this one….)so they came up with the euphemism, “crack corn” and sang about it as a way to get even. But no one who wasn’t a slave, really understood it. Then a Liberal came along and was doing work with the old time slaves after they were freed and came up with this. It is suspected that it is all a hoax, but they have gotten to go along with it so the fools who believe that what writes, have perpetuated this myth. There was no corn. There was no cracking… Now, go on about your business as if nothing happened….
17 If the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can’t he fix a hole in a boat?
..Because he is a professor and they really can’t do anything, just talk theory. Typical Liberal….
18. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!
..Because they were invented by Walt Disney, a horrible Liberal who had a concealed agenda and was involved in a conspiracy to make all people think that animals were equal to people so they could pass laws eventually, that animals had the same rights as people. It’s a lot like the laser deal. Just keep walking and act like you are not aware of these facts, now. Shhhhh, lasers…..
19 If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME
crap, why didn’t he just buy dinner?
…There were no cafe’s nearby and who was going to sell food to a coyote anyway? Besides he couldn’t talk so had no way to order. Would you buy for or sell to a coyote?
20..If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
..Many different things. According to, there are no babies harmed in the making of baby oil. Lasers. Shhhh…
21..If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
….No, the Pope.
22.. Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
…Yes, if sang in the exact same way. Something to do with laser, I’’ve heard.
23..Why did you just try singing the two songs?
..I didn’t………………………. This time.
24..Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
..You have really rotten breath. Want a breath mint?
25..Why, Why, Why
..I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, the question you are trying to pose. Maybe if you got a better education? Somewhere other than a Liberal College?
26..Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?
…I don’t. You do? Are you stupid?
27.. Why do banks charge a fee on ‘insufficient funds’ when they know there is not enough money?
..They know that you will get money from someone (probably the government) and pay them eventually. If you don’t, they have lasers…. Shhhh
.Ummm, you are shouting again… why is that?………They are stupid. And Liberals. But then… I repeat myself…..
29..Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?
..Cheeta shaves him every morning before they film.
30.. Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
..He doesn’t, but Liberals want you to think of things like this and ignore all the harm that they bring to this world. Sneaky, huh?
32..Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
..So they won’t get hurt in an accident before they get to where they are going to kill themselves. Duh!
33.. Whose idea was it to put an ‘S’ in the word ‘lisp’?
..Liberals, of course…….
34..If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
..We didn’t. God made our ancestors. Liberals evolved from Apes. At least that is what they tell me.
35.. Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
..Liberal conspiracy. They hate themselves and everyone else, so they try to take all the fun out of life. Are you starting to see a similar thread here, with these Liberals?
35..Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
36..Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
..They are stupid. Perhaps, Liberal…..
37..Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
..Most don’t. Only you, evidently. Are you a Liberal?
38.. Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
…Mine always do. If your doesn’t, perhaps you are not as smart as a plastic bag?
39..How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
…There are hidden “bug holes”, designed by Liberals to eventually drive you crazy so you will vote for Liberals. Stay strong!
40..Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that’s falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
…Evidently, not only are you not too smart, but your also a klutz.
41..In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
…Liberal conspiracy. Same reason as the bugs in the light. See number 40 question above.
42.. How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
…Father-in-laws are way cool. And wonderful people. Well, the ones still alive anyway. And would never dream of ruining their children’s lives and those whom they choose to marry. They have more important things to do. Like going hunting, to a ball game or golf. But mainly, because they suffered from a Mother-in-law and so really don’t want to have their children think of them that way, or their children’s spouses.
43.. And my FAVORITE………The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness.
Think of your three best friends — if they’re okay, then it’s you.
….Those statistics were made up and designed by Liberals. See answer 40, above.

Here is the story that started the thread about horse wrecks. I guy I know online post this and was kind enough to let me share it on here, as long as I didn’t mention his name. So I won’t.



“OK – here a stupid story on myself-
I was living up at a cow camp, the branding wagon had already been through my country, branded the calves and moved on. I got back to my camp one day later a found a note from the cowboss telling me a couple guys had quit and he was short handed and wanted me with the wagon for a few days. he said trail your horses down and use a company pickup to come back for my bed. etc.- well I’m smarter than the average bear and had read one too many Will James or Charlie Russel books. I thought it would be plenty western looking to trail my horses into the wagon with my bed packed on a horse. ( it’s all about image when you are that age you know) (1st mistake) So it isnt an elaborate or well thought out plan (2nd mistake) , but I have a plan. I run the horse in, catch one to ride and one to pack, and turn the rest out in the direction the wagon sets. ( 3rd mistake) well I saddle my horse, then lash my bed on the other, and led him around the corral a little, warmed my saddle horse up, no problem, the bed horse never even looked back at his pack ( oh I’m feelin so smart, 5th mistake) so I lead him through the gate so he won’t snag my tarp or anything and turn him loose ( ok this was maybe the worst mistake, I lose count now)
So the bed horse takes off to catch up to rest of his buddies, my string of horses look up to see this giant marshmallow with a horses head and leggs sticking out of it bearing down on them. I don’t know if they saw one to many horror shows when they were young or what warped them so- but they were terrified of this ” monster” bearing down on them. well instinct tells them to leave- leave fast- leave now. So they do!
Now my bed horse has instincts too- mainly join the herd- so he takes in after them trying to catch up- string of horse look back- oooooo they are justified in running – the “monster” is chasing them!!!!!!!
I can tell you that bed horse could run faster than my saddle horse- course by now he wasn’t too sure what it was either and had caught the “fear factor” himself so he wasn’t trying his best to catch him.

Luckily there wasn’t a fence for a long ways-( 12-15 miles as my memory recalls) and we made that in record time.
it was the fence going into the horse pasture where the wagon’s cavvy was held. By the time we got there everything was winded enough to hold up and the bed horse got amongst them and I held them there till things settled down. Now I knew ( see you do learn something from these things) better than to let him in loose with the whole cavvy. So I caught him up and let us all through into the horse pasture. it was only a mile or so down to where the wagon was camped. So we came walking down the road feelin way more wore out than western for sure.
Now I had already made a circle that morning before I got back to find the note, so this was well into the afternoon,
and late June, so plenty warm. Now horses running 12-15 miles on a warm afternoon tend to sweat a bit, if I had been paying close enough attention when we came to the fence I would have observed every horse there had sweat running off his belly EXCEPT my bed horse. Gosh he had a good absorbant “sponge” to soak it all up. U’d think my bed tarp had been made by “Bounty- the quicker picker upper”! Anyway it was a lasting lesson as my bed didn’t dry out for days and I’m not sure I ever got all the horse hair and stink out of it.

well when I went back to my camp I used the pickup to haul my bed back- then came back and trotted my horse home.

Moral of the story- do what the cow boss says-he usually knows best- he was probably young once too!”