Ranch life in the Big Sky state through the eyes of one who has lived through it...so far.

Friday, July 08, 2011

USO

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The day we moved our cattle out to the lease, my son and I spent our requisite half hour skipping rocks in the reservoir. In case you haven't experienced it, 'skipping rocks' with a six year old means finding one the approximate size and shape of your head, standing close enough to the water to get your toes wet, and heaving. Then giggling hysterically at the splash. Even more so if it douses your mother.

In the midst of our rock skipping, we found this Unidentified Slimy Object floating in the shallows, dead. It was about six inches long, looks like super-sized salamander with a crest around its neck. My dad thinks its called an axolotyl, but I can't find information on any of those except in Mexico. Any of you seen one before?


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Sunday, July 03, 2011

Gone Roping

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Despite the fact that daylight arrives around four thirty in the morning and doesn't give up the ghost until almost eleven, I am finding once again that there aren't quite enough hours in my days. July is my rodeo month, and between work and trying to squeeze in a few practice sessions here and there, you've probably noticed that I've been pretty scarce around here. Such will most likely remain the case until at least mid-August, but I will try to pop in once in a while with some pictures and re-runs of my newspaper columns, which I do every other week.

For now, I'll leave you with some footage from last night's rodeo at Hook's Hideaway, up near Babb, Montana. Gotta love horses that buck, as long as I'm not on 'em.



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