Soapweed
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My journal entry for Friday, May 24, 1968
With extra company, I slept in the basement on the roll-away bed last night. After breakfast and a goodbye to our Washington relatives, I saddled Jig and rode over to Mrs. Bowring's branding.
The cattle were all rounded up when I got there. We had a half hour wait until Terry Snyder arrived with the propane branding iron heater.
Only two guys did all the roping---LaVern Thayer and Bud Bennett—so the rest of us didn't get to try our luck. We ran through three bunches of less than 200 total and got done about 11:45.
Mrs. Bowring and some other women had a regular banquet fixed for us. We ate with china plates, outside on a rock plaza.
I rode part way home with Bruce Weber and his hired hand, Ben. I almost had a spur trade on with Bruce—my new pair for his antique ones—but the deal didn't quite swing.
A cow and calf were split up at home, so I rode the middle pasture and brought the calf home to his ma.
I put a different back cinch on my saddle. Gerald Goodwin made it for Dad several years ago, and tooled a half diamond M brand on it.
Mom and the girls were at Valentine today, and Dad and Lloyd were sorting down at the Leach Place. I came in and caught up on Monday's diary. I wrote a letter to Skeeter concerning his gun that I found out in the hills on our cattle drive, and then took a good nap.
I did chores, and our outfit re-united for supper.
With extra company, I slept in the basement on the roll-away bed last night. After breakfast and a goodbye to our Washington relatives, I saddled Jig and rode over to Mrs. Bowring's branding.
The cattle were all rounded up when I got there. We had a half hour wait until Terry Snyder arrived with the propane branding iron heater.
Only two guys did all the roping---LaVern Thayer and Bud Bennett—so the rest of us didn't get to try our luck. We ran through three bunches of less than 200 total and got done about 11:45.
Mrs. Bowring and some other women had a regular banquet fixed for us. We ate with china plates, outside on a rock plaza.
I rode part way home with Bruce Weber and his hired hand, Ben. I almost had a spur trade on with Bruce—my new pair for his antique ones—but the deal didn't quite swing.
A cow and calf were split up at home, so I rode the middle pasture and brought the calf home to his ma.
I put a different back cinch on my saddle. Gerald Goodwin made it for Dad several years ago, and tooled a half diamond M brand on it.
Mom and the girls were at Valentine today, and Dad and Lloyd were sorting down at the Leach Place. I came in and caught up on Monday's diary. I wrote a letter to Skeeter concerning his gun that I found out in the hills on our cattle drive, and then took a good nap.
I did chores, and our outfit re-united for supper.