This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. TRAILING BEEF TO THE RAILROAD It was a common practice for the stockmen of the area to trail their “for sale” livestock to Lysite and then by railroad to the Omaha stock market. We rounded up the…
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Reminiscing XVI
This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. Sometime early one fall, I was to go down to a place on Spring Creek to get two heifers that belonged to Allan Egbert. This would be a full days job. I was told just what pasture…
Reminiscing XV
This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. I went down and helped Johnny Tisdale on Box Elder Creek. He had some cattle to gather and some branding to do. I ran short of a fresh mount one afternoon, so Johnny said he would stake…
Reminiscing XIV
These stories are from James Greet who was my father-in-law’s (Johnny) older brother. One spring, I got in on the cow roundup at home. Then I joined the roundup that worked the range out of the Orchard cowcamp in Buffalo Canyon. We gathered about two hundred head. Some of those cowboys were Dutch Mills, Henry…
Reminiscing XIII
Stories from James Greet: By the time I had reached my teens, I was doing a lot of riding. There were various cattle roundups, and also, it was usually my job to bring home the strays. Often , I would be gone for days at a time. One year we got word that we had…
Reminiscing XII
Stories from James Greet. ”One of the remarkable stories that dad told was about a mute range cow that they had in their herd. She would have a calf every spring. During the spring roundup one year, this cow didn’t seem to have her calf with her. This meant that her calf was left on…
Cousin
Scrolling through Facebook tonight… up pops my cousin’s comment. Fifty six years ago today, on patrol in the jungle of South Vietnam, he was gut shot. At eleven in the morning, he fell with the first bullet. I had to reply to him tonight. His story was a very vivid memory for my little nine…
Reminiscing XI
Stories by James Greet: Bubbles was a good mother, like most felines. One summer, she had her kittens up in the haymow. It didn’t take us kids long to find them. She decided that her babies were too young to be handled by curious kids, she must do something. Bubbles moved them, one at a…
Aftermath
I hope you had a great holiday. We certainly did! Then we met up again today, ate leftovers, and celebrated Reagan’s birthday a few days early. Happy birthday, Sunshine… I can’t remember if I shared this photo I took this summer or not… but it’s a pretty good capture of her!
Wordless Wednesday: Final Push
For a jigsaw puzzle of this final push through the gate, go HERE.
Photo Permission
Those of you who follow me on Facebook will have seen this already, but I know many of you aren’t on the Book of Face… so here ‘tis. I was contacted by Shannon Rollins and she asked permission to use a few of my Spring Creek Raid photographs in a video she and her husband,…
I Needed This
I needed this. All eight grandkids, my “kids”, two sweet daughters-in-law, and Vernon zipping around somewhere in the side by side. Gorgeous fall day. Horseback. Riding the mountain pasture to prepare to bring them off the top of the mountain tomorrow. “This God forsaken Land” by Juanita Leach has been rolling through my mind lately….