- Mar 5, 2005
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This is a picture that was in Range Magazine in the spring of 2003 and was taken by a photographer named Guy de Galard. The fellow on the white horse is a friend of mine named Kevin. I first met him at a craft fair in Rapid City. He noticed a braided rawhide scarf slide I was wearing and asked if I had braided it. He wanted to learn about rawhide so I invited him to come visit me and I’d show him what I knew about it. He came out and I gave him a cow hide I had. We cut it up into strings for a riata and I showed him how to braid it. Kevin was still in highschool but finished up early and came out and helped me calve out that spring. When calving was over I didn’t need any more help so he went to work for my uncle on his ranch. Kevin worked for my uncle but later on would spend the spring and summers at the Padlock Ranch in Wyoming and Montana then the winters at my uncles.
When Kevin went to work for my uncle there was and older fellow named Paul already working for him. Paul was born and raised near Gatesville Texas and had come up here many years ago to take care of some cattle that were owned by a fellow in Texas. I believe the fellow later sold the cattle and his ranch but Paul stayed in South Dakota. Paul was an older fellow who liked nothing better than to be on a ranch and nowhere else. He had been in a lot of wrecks over the years so he was kind of stove up but that didn’t stop him from working or doing what ever needed to be done. When Kevin went to work for my uncle he moved in with Paul. Kevin was young and stout and could do the heavy liftin and Paul was good about keeping the house clean and picked up and also cooking meals. So they got along pretty good. Before Kevin came Paul had a problem with mice in the house that he hadn’t got solved. Paul said one night he was layin in bed and just about asleep when he heard a....... Ker–BANG!!!!.... in the house that woke him up. Kevin was laughing and talking to himself out in the living room and had just shot a mouse with a 22 rifle. Guess that got to be a pretty regular occurrence and Paul told me Kevin was getting good at it and sure lowering the mouse population. My uncle never did say anything about all the bullet holes in the flour or walls so I guess he didn’t mind. Those mice like to chew on rawhide strings so they were a pretty unwelcome guest around Kevin.
Another friend of mine named Henry called me and wanted to learn about rawhide recently but I don’t work with it anymore so we went to visit Kevin. He has stayed with it and does some of the finest rawhide work I’ve seen anywhere. He also builds saddles, Damascus steel bits and knives
a bosal Kevin made
knife and reins
a saddle Kevin wanted to study that was a custom made one of mine that I kept getting thrown out of. Had a different one built so its pretty dusty from not getting used.
Henry, Kevin with a snake that had been laying by the door since last fall and uncle Joe
Tumbleweed, Kevin and Henry