So Word Press has this thing going: can you blog about one subject 365 of 2012? I can try. I think I can. I think I can. I might stray every once in a while but will hopefully come back full circle. I considered Beef Recipes 365. That might work anyway. Well, not 365, but maybe once a week? After all, beef is what it’s all about right?
Back to life on the farm. Bad day at the ranch. One of our cowboys was riding pens…checking for sick cattle. Somehow his horse got his back legs tangled up in the mud and a hole. The cowboy went airborne and the horse broke both legs. He had to be put down immediately. Everyone was shook up. Big Boss called and said our cowboy was OK but was in the shed crying over his horse. Literally. Big old tough guy cowboy heartbroken because his horse was dead. I can understand that. Out here, cowboys and their horses are family. They are an extension of a cowboy’s personality and important beyond words.
Big Boss swore off horses years ago when he went airborne for no good reason. I asked him a while back if we could just find an old mare that wouldn’t go any faster than a Sunday walk in the prairie. He just looked at me, not even quizzically. Didn’t even acknowledge my request. Bummer. I still think I look a lot like Dale Evans.
I’ll share my “The Last Time I Rode a Horse” story sometime. Not pretty.