big old ceder post

[jodywy]

The big old cedar post, It is gone now as the new owners tore everything down. I no idea on when it was set, but it was many years before my birth. It is gone now the new owners tore down all the generation of previous owners improvements. It set about 10 feet north of a tack room , which had been a garage that had been moved and added as a lean too on the big barn. Two Powder river gats hung on it one went to the corner of the tack room the other was the back gate on the little pen going up to the loading chute. There was still a L hinge on the front side for a gate that was with a corral I had never seen.
But what I remember most, was Big Dad ( my Grand father) tying colt up to the post with a raw hide bosel head stall and a big around, long soft cotton rope. Then the next day he rub the colt down with a burlap sack. Then blankets and a saddle . A day or so later I came in. He tie the long cotton rope in a big loop rain and the rest . he wrap around the horn of his big heavy saddle. He grab the colts ear and I swing on top of it. Of all the time I remember there might have been a crow hop or a jump or two, never any bucking.He ride over , lean down a lift the horse shoe off the pole gate a push it open. He lead me around the hay meadows. This was a spring ritual for many year. One time He didn’t tie me a rein , we was down in the meadow . me with a hand on the saddle horn, there was a big Ten wheeler truck spreading fertilizer. We got a a little close and Big dad lost his dally. Oh the race was on , I had nothing to control the colts head and it just ran. Straight for a tight net wire fence, I could see a wreck and kind of slid off the side and rolled before the colt did a tight turn, that I probably wouldn’t of stayed in the saddle anyway. My Cousin used the horse later when she was Fair Queen. One spring we broke a filly and cold we raised they both came out of the same stud, The mare was a sweet heart , would give all and was cowy as get out. The colt a knot head. Later that summer we pack salt out on him , We set out the sack that was on top and scattered three of the blocks I put rock in the panyard on one side to equal the load. Big Dad said “don’t lash it down , we are not going far”. Well the lead rope picked up a broken sage brush and that blue roan did a bout 2 big crow hops the rocks and salt block took the air out of him. Then we pulled the back saddle and I threw my saddle on . but before head back to camp , we had worked back to the forest gravel road, we pulled the knot heads front shoes and I road him the 5 miles back to camp. With the cold looking at every rock on the road. Still wonder how many colts ever got tied to that old cedar post ?

 

[Older Whiskey]

Keep the stories coming, Jody. I miss, my mind just went blank so I'll say, @Peach husband's stories.

 

[mwj]

Soapweed, did you get his book????????????? Very interesting reading!

 

[Older Whiskey]

Soapweed, did you get his book????????????? Very interesting reading!

Yes, Soapweed from North Dakota. I bought his book, read it, then loaned it out and have never seen it again. Great story teller. Very sad that the China bio terror virus, took him.

 

[Faster horses]

Yes, Soapweed from North Dakota. I bought his book, read it, then loaned it out and have never seen it again. Great story teller. Very sad that the China bio terror virus, took him.

Soapweed was from Nebraska.
But you lost his book, darn!! I bet Peach would send you one if you contacted her.

 

[Older Whiskey]

Soapweed was from Nebraska.
But you lost his book, darn!! I bet Peach would send you one if you contacted her.

I'll probably get it back some day. I loaned it to a vet that loaned it to another vet that loaned it to his sister. All these folks have money and could have ordered their own copies. Silly me, I thought that if she read a few stories, she would order her own copy. Last I asked about it, the sister was still reading it. Thanks for info, now I remember from the Sandhills of Nebraska. where Soapweed grows. I traveled thru there about 55 years ago. I would play the age memory card, but since you have 5 years on me, that wouldn't be very smart. :ROFLMAO:

 

[Big Muddy rancher]

As a kid I remember the butt of a old cedar post along the creek bank in front of the ranch house. As the grader would come in it would skim a little bit off the top every time.
I always wondered why that post was there as there was no remnants of a fence,
Many years ago now a old fellow was here to buy a bull and his mother's family squatted in this yard. I knew one of the girls of the family was buried here and always thought it was up on the side hill but he told me it was on the creek bank mark with a cedar post,
Mystery solved.