The spring of 1992 my boss flew me to Raleigh North Carolina to pick up an M-18 Dromader and bring it to Rosalia Washington.…
Hung up and drug
As a horse crazy farm kid I’m sure I caused my parents a certain amount of grief. I was on the old side when…
Cookie, a short story
It had to have been around 1946, I was sitting next to my Grandpa’s bed. He was dying but at least he was dying…
The Nature of Horses continued
Training is an interesting word in our horse program as we do not spend a lot of time in the arena loping circles…
The Cannon Ball Run
This could be ‘Home for Christmas’ as well. It was a few days before Christmas 1970, I was stationed at Camp Pendelton California, four…
The Old Cowboys
There was 3 of them, actually was is inappropriate as they are still alive as far as I know; was being past tense, is…
The Run-a-way
How old would you have to be to run-a-way from home? I didn’t actually run-a-way but that’s what it was billed as. I’m thinking…
September 11, 2001
Where were you on that fateful September day 20 years ago? I was flying a Bowel Wevel contract for Alan and Donna Lawrence in…
Branding with the Lacey’s
My introduction to John Lacey was through Steve and Stacy Hansen. I met Steve while riding pens for JR at Grandview Idaho; he’s a…
Day Work on the Rockpile
Each spring and fall I day work for my rancher friends here in Southwest Idaho and the best description in one phrase for the…