Every Once In A While….

You hear a song or a sound that takes you back in time…maybe its a visual image that takes you back to the memories you hold dear in your heart…

Not long ago, I was looking out my kitchen window…

doing lunch dishes and I saw a pick up and stock trailer go by…

Wondered who it was and if they were moving cows…

And then I saw something big come around what we call the big corner, about a half of mile from our house, and another something big followed it around the corner and another and another and another…five semi cattle trucks!

Oh be still my heart…

I was immediately transported back in time…old memories of cattle trucks on their way here, either delivering cows or picking them up…and I so miss it!

I have not seen five cattle trucks come rumbling around that corner since the old Juniper T days when my dad and his brothers ran 800 head of Black Angus mama cows…and it took my mind back to old sounds and good memories…

When I lived on the winter cattle ranch…as June 1st dawned, the first truck came over the first hill with full lights on and dip down into the next hill while the second truck bobbed into sight on the first hill and so on until they all lined up in front of my house.

Lined up and ready to load in the early morning dawn, as one by one they left loaded full of cows, heading for the summer range in the Blue Mountains of Eastern Oregon…

I grew up in those mountains gathering cattle with my dad and also on the winter ranch. We had around 25,000 acres on each ranch…the last summer we were on the big ranch was 1979. In 1980 we began raising 200 head of steers on mountain pasture that we kept until 1992.

That’s when Wild Bill and I hired out to manage cattle ranches with many an adventure on the two large cattle ranches we managed…going from Central Oregon, 35 miles out of Prineville, on the Crooked River. close to Post, Oregon. Draw an X through Oregon and the middle of it is Post, Oregon….post office, store and bar.

And then on to Pinedale, Wyoming where we ran cattle on the high desert close to South Pass during spring months and then moved them to the summer range up behind Yellowstone.

I was one lucky cowgirl that I was an only child as Dad took me everywhere with him to work cows, gather cows, salt cows, fence and develop mountain springs…we often traveled 20 to 30 miles horseback gathering cattle and moving them to new pastures all summer long…we would leave at first light, with frosty dew still on the ground, riding out a few crow hops to wake us up and return home at dusk…horses were tired and we were tired…mom was waiting with a hot meal and a hug…it was a life not many know.

We lived on the outside of civilization…no electricity, no telephone, no people, no TV or radio, no newspapers or mail delivered, no running water…our life was simple. During the busy times, we had lots of help with dad’s family, my uncles and cousins would come to help gather cows or in the early years help fence those 25,000 acres as it was not fenced…the first ten years dad had a fencing crew busy fencing, while we rode for cows…I think we had the better deal:)

I miss riding and gathering cows with my dad and our dogs, the one in the picture is Blue…Dad’s on Bucky, she was one of my high school horses and she loved to crow hop first thing…then she settled and all was fine. Every day we had a new adventure riding out early to check cows and babies, making sure the springs were all working and moving cattle to new areas with better grass…we both loved the cattle and the horses…our hearts beat the same with the cowboy life, loving what we were doing!

Seeing those cattle trucks brought tears to my heart as I remembered the old days…where time stands still.

I watched each truck drive by the ranch…disappearing down the canyon…as those old memories flashed in my mind.

I wanted to walk down to the barn and see the brand inspector, the cattle buyer, if we were selling and most importantly my dad…waiting on me to grab my horse, to help him sort cows.

By the time we had kids, the big cattle ranch I grew up on was gone…unfortunately, our kids did not learn to ride horseback or to gather cattle on the mountain or winter ranch.

Funny how those trucks took me back to old times…back to good memories…how I remember and how I miss it…be still my heart!

Now where is my kleenex! Darn It!

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. SwittersB
    Aug 27, 2017 @ 18:47:06

    Awesome shots and nostalgia!! Thanks

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  2. The Mouse
    Aug 27, 2017 @ 23:10:18

    Mahalo for sharing. Glad those memories were good ones. Your reminiscing reminded me of small-kid time when teachers would encourage us to write to penpals in different states/countries and we learned about other lives.
    Here in SPAM Land, we are sooooo far removed from your experiences that I am in awe.Here, we see dolphins, whales, mongoose, etc. And of course SPAM musubi. Hee hee.
    Great writing. Thanks for allowing a glimpse into your world. Aloha.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  3. Lisa M
    Aug 31, 2017 @ 14:34:54

    Sent from my iPad

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  4. emjayandthem
    Sep 01, 2017 @ 08:29:27

    I loved your trip back to the days of sorting cattle – I used to do this with my Dad, too. Yes it was hot and tiring and dusty – but I was spending time with HIM! Hopping into the truck, pink peppermints in a bag on the seat, talking our way along the journey to the cattle sale … memories. Precious times, MJ

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

    • Hot Rod Cowgirl
      Sep 01, 2017 @ 14:54:57

      Those feel good memories, bring back a soft balm for our souls and hearts, as we miss those who may not be with us anymore…I’m blessed by your words, that in sharing my memories took you back to special times with your Dad. Hugs:)

      Like

      Reply

  5. Nylabluesmum
    Sep 04, 2017 @ 14:45:17

    Lovely heartfelt blog & such wonderful photos HRCG!! You write from your heart & I always enjoy sharing your life in Juniper Canyon!!
    I hope you are feeling better now & getting back into your routine. I have missed you so-o much!!! Sending you lots of good wishes & prayers from me & ***nose rubsss*** frum Siddhartha Henry xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

    • Hot Rod Cowgirl
      Sep 06, 2017 @ 23:03:05

      I have missed you soooo much too Sherri-Ellen and Purrince Man too! My wrist is almost as strong as my right wrist…my PT’s were surprised when I saw them this week…it has made a good recovery but…since they cut the ulna bone tip off…now instead of a joint bone I will have scar tissue around it to hold it in place…so that means if I lift something too heavy, which us farm girls tend to do as we just do it…it can collapse and then surgery again…the vertigo is harder than my wrist to deal with. I do not have the dizzy thing now but I am off balance and as WB always said I walked with grace and now I walk to just get there…have to focus. My mom always made me stand tall and I spent hours balancing books on my head so today I thought ok I am going to do what mom taught me and try to gain that graceful balance back…I pray you are doing much better and hope n pray always for you and Mr. Kitty Purrince. Love n Hugs:)

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  6. Nylabluesmum
    Sep 07, 2017 @ 14:03:15

    Hello HRCG I am so glad the wrist is healing. I hope you never re-injure it!!! And I’m sorry about the Vertigo. Did you ever find out WHY you now have Vertigo?? And is there anything that can be done about it?
    I have finally admitted to having seizures & have been diagnosed with PNES>>Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures. They are almost as scary as actually Epileptic seizures & have turned my life upside down & the ‘littul Purrince’s’ also. I’ve had the condition for 20 yrs. Altho’ only under extreme stress….
    They ramped up after ‘crazy man’s’ shenanigans last Summer & then his assault on me this April. I’m in Trauma counselling.
    The Aug. 27th seizure was not triggered by him but by Siddhartha Henry freaking out & getting out of vest & running off. Not sure if you saw that blog?
    Here is the link:
    https://nylabluesmum.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/seizey-thee-momint-or-not/
    Life just seems so much more complex now & I have trouble concentrating & getting things done. As I have Concussion I am being gentle with myself.
    Poor Siddhartha Henry has been a basket case after the incident & we have only started walking again this week.
    I wish someone would walk with us but no one will ‘commit; so I do the best I can…
    I send you prayers of healing & LOTS of Love, Sherri-Ellen & ~~head rubsss~~ Siddhartha Henry~~ =^,.^=

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: