Back in the Saddle

Good Evenin'

Well, a long day! Pretty fair, mostly, then a big old thunder storm late, though it didn't come with a lot of water. One lightnin' strike come so close, I could here the air sizzle, just before the horrendous bang; just happened to be in the log house makin' a cup a coffee. I figured sure, it'd hit the tree out front, but no casualties.

Went and checked fence late, and boy, was it good ta get out. The neighbor south'uz worried about a pair he was missin' and it's way more peaceful lookin' myself, than him runnin' around, me mindin' gates. I was thinkin' how I might could tell him, that I like him fine, but he does have a way of doin' hairbrain stuff, which is fine, on his place, but I try and steer clear a such over here.

I remember one day he had a wild bull on his piece and he drove around all day, honkin' his horn, tryin' ta get the bull out the gate. For some folks that might be enough said, but in case you're unaccustomed to the fine points, wild bulls are generally, best left alone or to a fella with some experience, preferably, horse back. How would you know it's a wild bull? Well, if he ain't got a brand and his eyes are kinda rollin' around in his head, odds are someone figured the amount of equipment he was like ta smash up'd outweigh any economic benefit he might generate and wasn't worth brandin'.

Anyway, believe it or not, he did get the bull out the gate; but he wasn't satisfied. He preceded to follow the bull up the road, still honkin' his horn. Well, 'bout the time he got outside our gate, this bull was startin' ta feel a little persecuted and wonderin' if there were any place on earth he might go. I'd come out on the porch, just in time ta see the bull, decidin' our place looked kinda peaceful and in he come, takin' out about about 20 yards a fence.
The neighbor shrugged, waved and drove off. I won't even try ta summarize my sentiments.

I went to the barn get a flake a hay, see if Bully might calm down, but he was so bothered at this point, soon as he saw me, he bolted south, takin' out another 50 yards a fence. My only consolation, he was now back on the neighbors.

So, I really do try to get along, and help when I can, though, as I mentioned, some small part of my incentive is to keep him happily over on his piece. Hence, him missin' a pair, a momma and a baby, well, it could just be, that whatever time I spend lookin', might be far less than whatever time I spent cleanin' up from another a his hair brained ideas. And, I hope I don't sound judgemental, but that's the fact and, while, I could go on and on, I'll leave it there, as the list of our encounters may vary in detail, but not much in substance.

And, it was good ta get out. Just noticin' today, all the doin's, the partners, the book, the bend, well, it's kinda all done, for now, but it sure has had me wound up. So, gettin' out, checkin' fence, lookin' for tracks, Whichy, my pup, taggin' along, walkin' in the gentle rain, come on after sunset, it did kinda remind me, again, this is the "why"; all the rest, in a sense, was/is just to be here. Simple and satisfied.

So, man~ana, I'll gather the bunch; ya, I did find tracks. Little hard ta figure, with all the rain, but I think that pair mighta crossed us and headed north to the BLM; the public land. So, me and the ponies'll get a toot and that's worth a million bucks; everybody, always has a good time, lookin' for cows.

Have a nice night!

Best,
jeune