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Cindy and I took the boys with us and went to town today to do some shopping and get groceries. We found a Farmers Market so stopped to check it out and I found out the real meaning of the word Organic, when it comes to food. It translate to “real freekin’ expensive”! One young hippy looking guy had some tomatoes and stuff with a big sign saying, “Beyond Organic” so I asked what that meant. “OH, we go beyond organic which is just using all natural chemicals…”

Uhmmm, as far as I was aware, all chemicals ARE natural. I mean, they come from nature, don’t they? He went on to tell me that they use natural pest control, which I am familiar with as that is what I use for grasshopper control in my pastures. I can get a bait that has the natural pest or diseases that kill off grasshoppers and only effects them. And I understand the concept, but back when everyone grew foods this way, you know, before the advent of all these nasty ol’ chemicals that keep pests and weeds at bay, one farmer could feed his own family, Now one farmer can feed like…. 300 to 400 people…so I can see why so many do not use organic. And hey, if you don’t want to use chemicals be sure and not ever get a shot or pills for yourself or your children or any sick animals or to prevent worms or bugs or anything like that, because you know,,, they are bad, bad! And then you can go get some Paris Green, which is just arsenic as I understand it and pick all the bugs off your plants and drop them in the Paris Green as my father did back in the 20’s…..;-)

By the way it got warm today. Like up around 100 warm…..and some wind with it….

Chance and Hope and family along with Jacob, Hope’s cousin who is working with them this summer, all came out last night and spent the night as did Fr Tyler, so we had a bunch!

Got up this morning and ran down to Punkin’ Center and got some salt and vaccine. Came home and Chance and I saddled up and rode down and moved the yearlings, roped and doctored 7 and sorted the bulls off and brought them home and Paul came and got them this afternoon.

I caught and saddled Crackerjack and rode him a little in the round pen. He did real well. Didn’t offer to hump, just doesn’t know a lot. He is the little horse who was born from a very young mare and had real bad crooked front legs. We worked with him trying to make them better and we did, but I am afraid he will never stand much had house, but think he will be a dandy for some young people or a real light weight person.

Then Chance helped me trim on Tank the sire of these two unexpected foals this spring. He is wanting to rollover on one of his front feet. Chance has a horse who is similar and was showing me how to make him better, as he has his. Then Chance caught up Pard to go to his house for awhile. Poor ol Pilgrim got real thin and sick and we are trying to get him back in shape. He’s getting there but it’s a slow process and expensive with the feed he needs. He will stay here and get fat and shiny and I may even ride him once in awhile, tho Lord knows I got plenty of others to choose from! The kids left and so Gabe and I went out to work with Charlie and Gramma helped Lige to get Squirt saddled up and he rode around while we worked with Charlie. I rode him first and worked on some of his attitude problem then Gabe rode him and got along real well and did a great job. He’s got good hands, good instincts and listens and takes direction well.

Now, I need a shower!

Pictures from the day…

Yesterday I took Sam down and dropped him off with his Mom and then picked up Gabe and Lige. then we went to New Underwood for a pot luck and then did some poetry and music with others at the Hackens barn for the National Day of the Cowboy. This morning we went to Mass and then I built a couple belts for some mean little kids hanging out around here then we went and rode Charlie horse. Gabe had his first two bronc rides and it went well. He has good hands and like his Dad is a natural. Hope he continues in it. Pictures. Click to embignefy…

Took the tractor and mower and went up west and cut some thistles…the horses was all almost in the corral so we ran them in when we got done and Sam had a go riding Beav in the corral. He’s a bit too short armed to do a very good job, but Beav was real patient with him, of course. Then we worked on fixing the squeeze chute until time for lunch, came in and ate “pirate worms” -Raman noodles- had a  nap, then went back to chute fixing until Gramma got home. We took salt and some zinc to mix with it up west to the cows and then worked with Crackerjack this evening.  Tomorrow I will meet his mother in Rapid and drop him off and bring Gabe and Lige home with me. I think Gabe and Charlie will pair up real good! Cooler, with some wind and now a little rain with a little lightning…some chatter on the fire radio but nothing for fires reported yet.

Drove Purple up west this morning after I made a new key to turn on the tank up there. We talked pirate and sailed the Purple Pearly and fought off several other pirate ships that tied to attack us. It was tuff, but we pirates are a tough bunch…. argggggg…

This afternoon, Delbert brought his dart gun over and we went up and gave a bull who was starting to get foot rot a shot. Pretty slick deal but costly. But better than having to rope and doctor him.

I mounted a hydraulic cylinder on the mower after fixing the broken pin on it. Works much better now. So I mowed the stack yard across the road.

Just got a call and a feller I knew in high school is in the area and going to drop in.

Not too hot today and some wind. Rode Charlie horse tonight and he did well after an extensive training session about getting caught.

This is my second attempt at making an insert that fits into a regular sized saddle so that little kids can ride bigger horses or even a pony if they don’t have a little saddle to fit them. Actually, my third as I made on similar to this for my kids, many years ago…

I wanted it to set down in and be secured, but to also be simple and easy to put in and take out, plus I wanted to be able to use it as a pad for fat little pony’s with little to no withers. i think it’s going to work. If I made another I would make it out of thicker leather and move the dee’s for the rigging as a pad slightly forward and a bit lower. Also, maybe move the straps fr the stirrups back a bit. Hard to see in the pictures but I made a loop up in front where a smaller child could hang on, instead of having to hold on to the horn. I put a little bit of a ground seat in it so that it wouldn’t spread a small child out quite so bad and also to make it a bit more ridged when used as a pad.

Here are some pictures of Sam using it on a bare cable rigged tree and also of the new pony, Charlie. Charlie has been spoiled by previous owners, but is light and responsive and once you get on and show him you will not tolerate bad behavior, he did well. I think if we can melt about 100 to 150 pounds off from hm and find his withers he will make an excellent kid pony. Time will tell.

When someone much wiser than I writes something very profound I like to share it on here. Usually with a link to where you can read it. this is so outstanding that I thought I should share it in it’s entirety…from someone who I admire for his many fine qualities…

“Among the many blessings I am finding in my new parish is the ability to reconnect with a handful of college (and slightly post-college) men and women from Spearfish with whom I have had various forms of interaction over the past several years. Some were confreres in World Youth Day adventures, others I have known through the diocesan Duc in Altum program, and still others have been volunteers at Totus Tuus camps and the like.

A few nights ago, I had the opportunity to share a lengthy conversation with one of these young men. It was deeply refreshing. The dialogue was adult, intelligent (especially my portion of it), concerned with significant matters, and imbued with the perspective of faith. It was like drinking cold water on a hot day. By the end of the night we had moved from speculation about the association between poverty and joy to the nature of human dignity to discernment of ones vocation to health care in the United States to the nature of dysfunction in families, and finally to the question of how one must at the same time learn to be satisfied with oneself while simultaneously desiring to become saintly. I have been thinking about that final question a great deal.

We are endowed with profound dignity. First and foremost, we have been created in God’s image and likeness. This fact alone bestows upon us worth beyond any other part of creation. God, however, is not satisfied that we should just be like Him as a result of our creation. Thus, through Jesus Christ, at the time of our baptism, we are adopted as the Sons of God. In Baptism, we are made sharers in His passion, death, and resurrection. It is given to our souls to bear the imprint of Christ. From these, we become citizens of Heaven, and what is more, we become princes of the Kingdom of God. Because we have become members of a royal court, our dignity demands that we receive nothing less than the very best life has to offer. Thus, we are able to say with great impunity that sin is beneath our dignity; it is less than what we have come to deserve as a result of the action of grace in our lives.

Recognizing God’s mercy in having elevated us to such great dignity, we are likewise forced to confront our wretchedness. I cannot know God’s love for me unless I first confront how little I deserve it. I commit a thousand little acts every day that bespeak my own pitiable state. In coming to recognize the poor state of affairs in which I find myself, I am left with two options: I might choose to abandon hope, knowing my own miserableness. I might choose to give myself over to a life of wretchedness and sin, believing I deserve no better. Each of us knows someone in whom this despair exists or has existed. In an alternative scenario, though, to see my own sin clearly and in light of God’s love for me might also move me to a profound experience of gratitude. I might discover that I deserve the very best in life precisely because God has determined that I deserve the very best in life. It has nothing to do with my capacity to be good. It has nothing to do with my ability to accomplish this task or that. It has nothing to do with my human faculties at all. I have nothing to prove. I am good because God has deigned to call me good, and to choose me for himself. I deserve good because he suffered and died that I might have it.

This is a dangerous proposition on the Lord’s part. If I choose despair, He must, in justice, allow me to pursue the ill that will follow as a result. But, if I choose His love in freedom, I become free to be the person He has made me to be, and He has won the victory for me.

Given each of these facts, we arrive at the question at hand. How do I deal with the fact that though I know who I have been made to be, I continue to exist in the reality of my own brokenness, my sinfulness, my weakness, and my folly. How do I deal with the fact that I am imperfect without returning to the possibility of despair or becoming neurotic? How to address my humanness? To my mind, at least in theory, the answer is relatively simple: God has given everything to me. Nothing I have to offer is sufficient for repayment. As a result, I must offer everything that I have. That means that even though I am sinful, even though I am broken, even though I am a fool, I cannot cling to these things. I must make an offering of my entire self in return to the Lord. If I am doing this, if I am not intentionally grasping after those things that prevent me from becoming the man God has created me to be, I am giving as I should. Perhaps another way to say this is that while I admit my sinfulness and strive continually to overcome it, I do not allow myself to be defined by it. I recognize that I am more than the sum of my faults, and I have the patience and wisdom to admit that I am a work in progress. I do not simply submit to my sin, surrendering to the assumption that it will always be with me, but I am also gentle enough to know that to become holy takes time.

The balance is delicate. I fight myself daily on the one hand, while consoling myself daily on the other. This is what virtue is, after all – to pursue excellence, understanding that excellence is the mean between two extremes, but never mediocrity. Thus, I do not give up. As St. Paul encourages, I run so as to win.”

Fr Tyler

Chance and Hope brought the grandkids out Saturday evening and left them while they went out with another couple for a birthday party. They spent the night -well, real early morning…. 😉 – and went back Sunday morning. Cindy and I drove down south the other evening to look at cattle and grass and found that the tank down south was not working right. Something wrong with the float. I shut the water off to it, remembered it this morning and went and found an easy fix. the cattle have not been at that tank but I like to have several sources of water for them if possible. I went to get the horses in this morning and they had knocked a gate down and were up on Harry’s. I have been putting around in the shop with leather while it’s been hot. Sat on a hill the other night with Delbert and watched for fires as there was lightning off to the west and north. More tonight. No rain tho’….. Tyler came out today and spent the afternoon and evening. We shot guns and visited. I have been working on a seat to go inside of a bigger saddle for little kids. I built one in the past but this one will have the back part to where you can stuff it and shorten it up. I am trying to figure it out so it can be used as a bareback pad/saddle also as Charlie, the new pony is quite round with no withers…. NO pictures of him yet as I keep forgetting to take my camera out. sounds like I will go to the tripping in Deadwood tomorrow and then hook up with Hope and bring Sam home to stay for a few days. Got a gig Saturday afternoon, just north of New Underwood for the Day of the Cowboy. Bunch of others supposed to be there also. At the Hackens Ranch in the old barn and they say it is a cool place so I am looking forward to it.

James wanted a pair of chaps that were practical and had the look of the old timey chaps. These have buckle and strap enclosures, where the old time ones would have just been laced together and you would have stepped in and out of them like pants. I think they turned out pretty good…

Warning, mature words!!!!″