A reflective and futuristic view of cattle breeding from outside the registered mainstream
Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24
Join date: 2010-10-03
Location: Warren, Mt
|Subject: Re: Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24 Sun 25 Sep 2011, 12:48 pm|| |
Dennis if you had bought the place I am on you would have gotten our biggest permit with it and a gob of BLM. It runs about 360 pairs plus bulls. However I am glad that you did not buy it because we would have been fighting for 30 years over the most precious thing in this country, water. I think they gave about a thousand per animal unit for that place in 86. Dylan at the bottom it is about 5200' just short of a mile high at the top it is about 8900'. Where we gathered these cows from is about 75-8000'. We only made maybe a 15 mile loop only trailing those cattle maybe six miles. The ranch cows here never get a ride on a trailer. They walk everywhere they go. The day they are loaded up is a bad day for them. Now mine on the other hand have had plenty of rubber and pavement under them. Trailing to where they go would involve crossing too many beetfields and such. Sugarbeet farmers do not like black cows tromping along in their fields.
Join date: 2010-09-25
|Subject: Re: Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24 Sun 25 Sep 2011, 1:05 pm|| |
|Dennis Voss wrote:|
|I'm with Ralph, Ben. |
Sure is amusing how a post like this brings the disparate marketeers together. Got old Fescue Whiskers thinking about riding a hossy right along side North Dakota Tomahawk In The Back wheeling himself along in a cluckhen wheelchair. Next to him Tom D Custer is full of muster and life is not happening fast enough. Then you've got Captain Tossed Salad from Two Dot poking everybody with a stick, riding with your Dad, thinking about how we're going to get anything done with all this foolishness. Let's not forget that wirey character Bootheel who would definately qualify as the scout. Oh let's not forget that Jack Mac plunking along on one of those eastern Montana Hancock plow horses with his 2 daughters who qualify as talkative chipmunks riding along on their little paint mares on their cute little barrel saddles. All 3 of them talking about how they still love the qualities of an individual bull or cow and how much a pedigree really does matter. Yeah, it's going to be quite a round-up next year Ben. We'll be able to send some smoke signals from up there, won't we? How do you do it without burning the whole mountain down? Anyhow, we'll send smoke signals down to Chief LL Grandpa who will be down there digging around for beets.
What amazes me Ben, 30 years ago, but for a Y in the road I would have been up there on top of that damn mountain instead of you. Mind-boggling. Well I better get this finished up so I can get ready for the repercussions of Fescue Whiskers and Tomahawk In The Back. I'm planning on poking both of them with a stick for a good long while. Fescue Whiskers probably has smoke rings coming off the top of his head sitting there in his tobacco barn. Good thing he has a mirror in there, cause the smoke rings look like halos to him. And poor old Tomahawk Chicken, you'd think he'd go to the doctor to get the tomahawk removed and get stitched up. But no, he crawls around in his little forest looking for acorns. I tell you what, I learn a lot on this blog writing site. Must be a North Dakota trait, tomahawk in the back and all.
Dennis Voss in the vicinity of hoping for flack
Colonel Mustard all full of custard, are you telling me to slow down? Your request is denied. Seems to me the common theme when talking to all you old crusty veterans is TIME. If only you had more TIME. What do you think old KY-62 would give to be KY-31 again? You ever stared through the smoke into an old man's eyes who wanted more than anything just to save you some TIME? I have, and I bet you have too. So me and the young pups might not have a pot to piss in, but at least we got a little more TIME. Now if you old vets can hammer those hard-learned lessons into our thick skulls in TIME for us to do something meaningful, then maybe we can kick the old tower of Babel curse once and for all. Only TIME will tell. I gotta go, I got shit to do. TD
Join date: 2011-01-02
|Subject: Re: Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24 Sun 25 Sep 2011, 2:57 pm|| |
|Ben Loyning wrote:|
|Dennis if you had bought the place I am on you would have gotten our biggest permit with it and a gob of BLM. It runs about 360 pairs plus bulls. However I am glad that you did not buy it because we would have been fighting for 30 years over the most precious thing in this country, water. I think they gave about a thousand per animal unit for that place in 86. Dylan at the bottom it is about 5200' just short of a mile high at the top it is about 8900'. Where we gathered these cows from is about 75-8000'. We only made maybe a 15 mile loop only trailing those cattle maybe six miles. The ranch cows here never get a ride on a trailer. They walk everywhere they go. The day they are loaded up is a bad day for them. Now mine on the other hand have had plenty of rubber and pavement under them. Trailing to where they go would involve crossing too many beetfields and such. Sugarbeet farmers do not like black cows tromping along in their fields.|
Ben, as it was we came up here and spent a pile of money fighting water rights here. Water is gold. I read Ray Krone's editorial in Goggin's paper the other day. He had the old cowboy quote in there, "Guns go off and ropes go on". That's a dandy. A week ago I was listening to a Texas cowboy on the radio while baling hay. He had worked for 40 years on the Waggoner Ranches. The old boy doing the interview asked him to tell a typical event that stuck out in his mind.
He said: I was riding a big 4 yr. old gathering odds and ends and mostly yearlings that had eluded us. I spied one with horns and nuts down below me in the brush. Only thing I could do was rope him. I roped him downhill on a high run. Got the loop on the bull and the horse started bucking. So I thought, this don't look good. I dallied off fast, throwed my leg over and bailed. Everything went crashing and bashing downhill into the brush. As I ambled down the hill my best hope was that there were still 2 animals hooked together down there somewhere. When I got down there, sure enough they were tied up to different trees. The saddle was sideways on my 4 yr old and my horse was wringing wet. I untied my dally and tied the bull up secure to the tree, straightened up my saddle and repaired a few things and went about my way looking for more yearlings. We'd come back later & pick them up where ever we had them tied off.
Thanks to your great post Ben, I am currently developing two new cartoon characters. The first one is going to be Fescue Whiskers. It's going to be a doozy. And the other is going to be the North Dakotan With The Tomahawk In The Back - long name but a colorful character. The first cartoon I hope to finish on the North Dakotan will go like this, if you can imagine a big old dude on his hands and knees, with plumber's butt, and a tomahawk embedded in his back. The title will be North Dakotan Looking For Acorns. Fescue Whiskers' first cartoon will probably involve a mirror, smoke rings and a halo. Of course this could all blow up if LL sides with Fescue Whiskers. You can help me keep LL on the viewer of cartoons side of the equation. Tom D Custer is not ready for a cartoon. He's too young. He hasn't experienced as much time as he needs to develop his inner character, but oh my, does he have one in there!
Dennis Voss in the vicinity of catching flack
Join date: 2010-09-21
|Subject: Re: Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24 Sun 25 Sep 2011, 4:12 pm|| |
I`m prepared for most anything...in fact, mentioning listening to the radio, caused me to remember several years ago, even before cell phones, I was picking corn, listening to the Limbaugh show...when old Rush says, our next caller is Dennis from Two Dot, MT...well, even if Rush had left off Dennis, and just said Two Dot, I would have known there was a 1 in 5 chance it was DV, so did I ever get the tractor shut down to hear ever word; jerked the rope to shut down the picker elevator, and caught the pull pin rope instead, turning the wagon loose...Rush didn`t comprehend DV`s point as well as usual, seems Rush couldn`t comprehend all the nicknames
I wish you to please refer to me as endophyte free fescue whiskers in the future; easier to change the genes in the grass, than the genes in the cattle...unless, of course, you`re Kit Pharo....
I`m going to jerk that Tommy Hawk out of North Dakota`s back pretty quick, because I ain`t through digging holes into what makes him tick...someone have towells ready in case there`s blood...check it for Angus purity
Join date: 2010-09-21
|Subject: Re: Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24 Sun 25 Sep 2011, 8:32 pm|| |
hmmm...since rattlesnakes are often my first thought in Ben`s country, this seems to apply...
When my doctor asked me about what I did yesterday, I told him about my day: "Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded across the edge of a lake, escaped from a mountain lion in the heavy brush, marched up and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand, and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake".
Inspired by my story, the doctor said, "You must be an awesome outdoorsman!"
"No," I replied, "I'm just a sorry golfer
Big Pryor allotment gather 9-24