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We have shipped all the calves home to Delta and the cows have quit missing them. Down to one dang lost bull and they are all accounted for. Here are a few of the pictures from last week as we looked for the tailenders. Scattered cows above the old cement house in the Wolf homestead.


The weather is beautiful now but was pretty fickle last week. This was taken out the door of my cow camp when I went out to head up to breakfast with Dad and Phil at their camp.


The cows are always high on the ridges this time of year chasing the native grass that isnt as tough and wolfy as the crested wheat can get.


Taken in the mouth of Spring canyon. It is a canyon that is difficult to ride down and almost impossible to ride up. Unless you enjoy thick oak brush, shale rock slides, steep slopes and ledges. Out along the ridge tops isnt bad though.


Looking back south at the School Section. The state of Utah has sections of state ground that can be leased for grazing when they are adjacent to private land or a grazing allotment on federal land. This meets both requirements.


A shot of the edge of the Sheeprock flats from off of Green's ridge. Another favorite hidey-hole for cows in the late fall. Just gives you a little taste of the rough country I love so much! :D


Looking back up on the sheeprock flats. There isnt any water up there so the cows have to drop back down into the canyons for a drink. Cept in the fall, that may be every 3rd day. But you can gather them up with a butterfly net if you know where to look. :wink:


Phil forgot his butterfly net and is pondering what to do about it. :lol:


South again lookin' across the desert.


Up amongst the thick cedars on Green's ridge is an old horse trap built by my Grandfather and his brothers. They'd hide it well and build long wings to funnel the horses in. Then chase a bunch of mustangs off the high tops where they lived most of the year. As the horses "escaped" they were simply heading for the trap.


This is one of 4 that they built across the range. No horse sales in those days. Just a lot of work. But they stayed well mounted as a result.


Just slide some rail across the gate and I'd bet it would still trap some ponies today. But the BLM does a much better job of managing the mustangs. :roll: :???: These old horse traps inspired me to write a poem called trails. I always kinda feel like they are special places where maybe the veil between heaven and earth is pretty thin. I always pause a minute when I ride near them and remember who I am and what those who have passed on did to leave me such a legacy. It just makes a guy feel pretty good.


Meanwhile, back at the ranch...... My Cousin and her Mom, my Aunt had taken a beautiful buck and called on the cell asking for a packer. He is a 29 inch 3 by 4. My cousin is a sweetheart and like her mother, a fine hunter. All the gals in our family are great huntress's. The guys......not as much. :cry:


The old green Honda makes a fine pack mule. The sunset made a nice backdrop on a great week of gathering cows off the desert mountains. Hope you all have your cattle where they need to be and you smile when you look around at the vistas you see out your windows. Life is better when veiwed over the ears of a horse. Have a good evening!
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