Soapweed
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My journal entry for Sunday, May 19, 1968
Andy Anderson [lawyer from Gordon, Nebraska] and his son, Paul, came down for a 5:00 breakfast. We loaded Penny and Spot on the four wheeler [in a stockrack on the back of this pickup] for Andersons to ride, and Skippeo and Jig on the back of the other pickup. We took off for the JO.
Uncle Stan and Brad also helped, so we started off with eight riders. We rounded up and headed down the trail [probably about 300 cow/calf pairs, though I didn't write this vital information down at the time]. Our drive didn't get on the highway until about 9:00. Mom and Mrs. Anderson caught up in the pickup before we reached the river. We had a short dinner stop at 12:00, and Mrs. Anderson pursued her hobby of taking pictures—both slides and movies.
We crossed the river on the Madison Bridge without too much trouble and went about straight south. The cattle were slower than the seven year itch and didn't move worth a darn the whole trip.
Chick Nero had been following along with Uncle Stan's pickup, but at the river he and Brad left. They went to Sunday dinner at Uncle Joys'. We nooned in the south part of Dale Cady's land. Everyone just took it easy while Uncle Stan, Dad, and Mom went ahead to scout out a good place to overnight our herd.
The next two pastures were crammed full of cattle. Our horses were getting pooped at this stage of the game. I got off and walked awhile, and Sybil took over my horse. She is only the fourth to ride Jig—with Dad, John Fairhead, and I preceding her. Clark Jamison drove by and visited awhile with Andy.
We got to Jensen's first pasture just before dark and called it a day's drive. We hobbled most of the horses and loaded Dad's horse and Jig. My bay mare was nothing but a bearcat to load. It was a good thing our crew was a bunch of stubborn Englishmen, or we'd have never gotten the job done. We ended up "walking" her in with a rope on each front foot.
Lloyd, Paul, and I rode home in the back of the pickup, and the rest of the outfit was in the front [single cabs] of both pickups. We discovered some cattle that had got back a mile or so, which didn't help to brighten our spirits much.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson both went home, but Paul stayed all night to help tomorrow. We had a snack at Uncle Stan's and came on home.
Uncle Joy's moved cattle during the same time we did. They started Saturday noon and arrived at the Noble Place at noon today. They had considerably better luck than we did.
Andy Anderson [lawyer from Gordon, Nebraska] and his son, Paul, came down for a 5:00 breakfast. We loaded Penny and Spot on the four wheeler [in a stockrack on the back of this pickup] for Andersons to ride, and Skippeo and Jig on the back of the other pickup. We took off for the JO.
Uncle Stan and Brad also helped, so we started off with eight riders. We rounded up and headed down the trail [probably about 300 cow/calf pairs, though I didn't write this vital information down at the time]. Our drive didn't get on the highway until about 9:00. Mom and Mrs. Anderson caught up in the pickup before we reached the river. We had a short dinner stop at 12:00, and Mrs. Anderson pursued her hobby of taking pictures—both slides and movies.
We crossed the river on the Madison Bridge without too much trouble and went about straight south. The cattle were slower than the seven year itch and didn't move worth a darn the whole trip.
Chick Nero had been following along with Uncle Stan's pickup, but at the river he and Brad left. They went to Sunday dinner at Uncle Joys'. We nooned in the south part of Dale Cady's land. Everyone just took it easy while Uncle Stan, Dad, and Mom went ahead to scout out a good place to overnight our herd.
The next two pastures were crammed full of cattle. Our horses were getting pooped at this stage of the game. I got off and walked awhile, and Sybil took over my horse. She is only the fourth to ride Jig—with Dad, John Fairhead, and I preceding her. Clark Jamison drove by and visited awhile with Andy.
We got to Jensen's first pasture just before dark and called it a day's drive. We hobbled most of the horses and loaded Dad's horse and Jig. My bay mare was nothing but a bearcat to load. It was a good thing our crew was a bunch of stubborn Englishmen, or we'd have never gotten the job done. We ended up "walking" her in with a rope on each front foot.
Lloyd, Paul, and I rode home in the back of the pickup, and the rest of the outfit was in the front [single cabs] of both pickups. We discovered some cattle that had got back a mile or so, which didn't help to brighten our spirits much.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson both went home, but Paul stayed all night to help tomorrow. We had a snack at Uncle Stan's and came on home.
Uncle Joy's moved cattle during the same time we did. They started Saturday noon and arrived at the Noble Place at noon today. They had considerably better luck than we did.
