Dear Friends Sometimes saying goodbye to an old friend is just the right thing. It was one of those winter afternoons where I was walking through the cattle earlier this week, and it had spit snow all day. The wind was up a little, and the breeze was sharpening, as the sun finally crept out …
A Christmas Card from Zeke LaRue
It's coming to dusk, and the two parallel halos of headlight illuminate the beginnings of a snow flurry lilting to the pavement as we pass through the hamlet of Elk Bend, Idaho. It's Caryl and I, and we're taking it slow on the 200-plus curves of US Highway 93, as it wends its way upward and onward …
On that Night of Noel
There's a magic of that night before Christmas. You know what I mean; there's like this palpable feeling--a spirit of expectation, of joy in that evening. It's beautiful. Glenn wrote this several years ago on winter solstice. We can't remember if we sent it to you--it wasn't in the blog archives. …
The Way of Human, Horse, and Hay
Dear Friends. "Pet." I looked at her as I spoke, and the mare's ears rotated back as she heard her name. In response, the big Belgian leaned forward into the great leather collar, conveying true horse power to the thick cowhide tugs behind her. There was a brief jingle at the beginning of the …
When Horse Runs Rogue (It’s Usually Our Fault)
Dear Friends The horses have run ranch-rampant. But they're on vacation at this time of year. They've put their time in on the range over the summer season. There, they worked off fat and built muscle mass from carry rider and camp gear over nearly a 1000 miles during the grazing tour. But that's …
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On Making Horse Sense
The forest-fire-smoke-induced-orange ball of sun broke the jagged 10,000 foot spine of the Continental Divide as I braked my truck and trailer to a gentle stop. I had the big gooseneck with 8 horses on board, and I chose the open grassy spot next to a massive crack willow trunk. The spreading …