I know it has been awhile since I have posted a blog, but life is funny that way, it just slips right on past no matter what you are doing, so you can either enjoy life and wake up everyday with the intention to make it the best day possible, or let it get the best of you, either way, its one more day you can't get back!
The Abel Ranch to the North of us has been in the family for over 100 years. Every spring they brand several times throughout the spring. My favorite time to come and lend a hand is when we go all out, old style. We meet in the brightness of the noon sun, saddle our horses and load up two wagons, a chuck wagon and all of our gear in the next. We head out trailing behind the wagons in fresh anticipation, following wagon tracks having etched out thier story on the land over time.
The other day I was reading an article about a young girl who had competed and won Nationally on her Quarter Horse in barrel racing. This alone might not impress a lot of folks but the fact that this horse took care of his epilectic rider brought tears to my eyes. It went on to tell of her having a seizure underneath his feet and how he stood calmly as her body violently flailed beneath him, never moving an inch. It read of how after getting this horse how her spirits and conditions had amazingly turned for the better.
We headed out with on our horses into the crisp November twilight to gather cow/calf pairs from the stubble fields we had moved them to for a week before weaning and shipping. I was directed to ride alone along the Yellowstone and bring anything back up into the fields. We border the Yellowstone river with cliff outcroppings dropping a thousand feet or more down to the river. My mare and I moved out trotting along the top and traveling down into the drainages and back up looking for cows. About a mile down the drainages do not go down to the river but out onto the cliffs.