The horse corrals and puddles from the recent rain could have been on any southwestern ranch. But the handful of men pitching hay weren’t wearing cowboy hats or boots or chaps. (more…)
“Hey, Uncle Al, you’re making some of your holiday beef jerky, aren’t you?” (more…)
The southwest Sonoran desert antes up some pretty unique creatures. One that tops my list of favorites is the javelina, commonly referred to as a wild pig. (more…)
When I went to visit the South Dakota ranch this summer, I saw these cowboy boots on this sign. It’s not the first time I’ve seen boots like this. Maybe the mystery of how and why these boots got here will be explained to me someday. (more…)
It was one of those hot and unusually humid Arizona summer days on the Lazy B ranch, the kind where you feel like a baked bean. I was playing camp director to seven kids – my two plus four nephews and a niece. The crew sat sweating in the shade and I could tell trouble and whines were about to erupt if I didn’t cough up some entertainment.
Welcome to this acreage of the blogosphere. It’s a place for stories and talk about ranch horses, wild mustangs, cowboying, Arizona, the West, western writing, books and probably more, but how about those for a start?