My journal entry for Wednesday, June 12, 1968
I’m a little bit disgusted! We were to go to Boltz’s branding in the morning, and then in the afternoon I was to do about an hour’s worth of riding, and the rest of the time I was supposed to get time to catch up on a couple back days in this diary and then write two lengthy letters that need to get done. We went to Boltz’s branding alright, but the darned thing turned into an all-day affair. At all the brandings this year, the Boltz outfit was represented by two guys who never brought horses and never arrived before 10:00. They never overworked when they did show up. I’m not saying Doug and I are the best, but we could outwork those two any day of the year. We got there on time and worked like a couple slaves, to boot. Besides, I probably won’t get a chance to do my “paper work” for another two weeks.
Lloyd took the day off, and Dad worked around home, so Doug and I loaded Sassy in the green pickup and went to Boltz’s. I got in on rounding up, and we sorted cows from calves until 10:30. I wrassled most of the morning, and roped some just before dinner.
We had a pretty good dinner at the café [which was owned by Stan and Ada Mae Boltz], and then branded all afternoon until 6:00. I roped all afternoon. Then we loaded up and headed home.
I put what few cattle there are at home in the pasture south of the meadow. Doug and I blundered, and double fed the bulls at about a half hour apart. Lloyd came home proud as punch, with a new used car. Snyd [Ronald Snyder] was here for supper.