Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, May 27, 1968
Dad and Lloyd went down to the Leach Place to fence. I took the four-wheeler to town and picked up Doug Ward (he is officially working for us as of today). We went out to Uncle Garould's branding.
For the first bunch at the branding corral, I wrassled about half the time and roped the rest. I rode a JO horse, "Comet," and didn't have very good luck roping.
Another bunch was at the Lester Hull place. We just got done in time before it started to rain.
We had a delicious dinner, and Doug and I left right away for the Leach Place. Dad had us haul a load of posts over to where they were fencing west of the Myers Place.
I got in the horses and saddled Sassy with the "hired man's saddle." I took a bull from the east meadow to the Myers meadow and then got in a bunch of yearlings that had escaped from their designated pasture.
On the fence line, we strung wire and set posts. I had my horse tied up out there, and she broke my rein twice trying to get back to the other horses. I was more than a little peeved.
Lloyd and Doug went home in the white pickup. Dad and I did some checking before coming home.
Chores were awaiting us with open arms. This is always the bright spot of the day—tying up a couple knot-headed cows for their idiot calves to suck.
Dad and Lloyd went down to the Leach Place to fence. I took the four-wheeler to town and picked up Doug Ward (he is officially working for us as of today). We went out to Uncle Garould's branding.
For the first bunch at the branding corral, I wrassled about half the time and roped the rest. I rode a JO horse, "Comet," and didn't have very good luck roping.
Another bunch was at the Lester Hull place. We just got done in time before it started to rain.
We had a delicious dinner, and Doug and I left right away for the Leach Place. Dad had us haul a load of posts over to where they were fencing west of the Myers Place.
I got in the horses and saddled Sassy with the "hired man's saddle." I took a bull from the east meadow to the Myers meadow and then got in a bunch of yearlings that had escaped from their designated pasture.
On the fence line, we strung wire and set posts. I had my horse tied up out there, and she broke my rein twice trying to get back to the other horses. I was more than a little peeved.
Lloyd and Doug went home in the white pickup. Dad and I did some checking before coming home.
Chores were awaiting us with open arms. This is always the bright spot of the day—tying up a couple knot-headed cows for their idiot calves to suck.