The Idaho Rancher's Wife

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Wanted: Good Fall Pasture

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Have I mentioned how thankful we are for rain?  We are so thankful for the rain!  Its been incredible what the rain has done for us this fall.  The most recent realization of its awesomeness is that with all of the growth that has come from the rain we have found ourselves in some what of a dilemma.  OK, not a dilemma really, but more of an interesting situation that we haven’t seen…

Every fall when the calves are weaned and we are done with the summer pasture we look for fall pasture.  The more fall pasture means that we can leave our cows out longer and not have to feed them at the home ranch.  Really, that never happens but some years finding enough pasture has been a slight issue.

But not this year!  We have had calls from so many farmers and ranchers saying that they have great regrowth after their last cutting and would have plenty of feed for our cattle to go through the fall on.  In fact, there are some farmers with wheat fields with winter wheat in that may be growing too much (so much it might not make it through the winter!) and want us to knock it down a little.  Can you say blessed?!  Oh, how we love the rain!

So a week after weaning the calves off, we gathered off 150 cows of the forest group and hauled them out for some good fall pasture.  And honestly, we hope not to make the return trip with them for a good long time!

The Chicken Fiasco

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I had to buy eggs today. It’s the first time in like five years because we always had our own chickens. Even when we were poor-starving-college-students we had a few hens that provided “golden” eggs. Moving to the ranch only meant more eggs for us because when you have 18 hens and three families the eggs get shared around fast.

But it seems that every fall we have some sort of chicken drama. It was this time a year ago that the calves found their way into the chicken coop and scattered those crazy chickens all over the ranch yard. We spent all day gathering up those darn critters to try and keep them from the drooling dog that stalked them from the shed to the shop to the tractor…  This year, though, we couldn’t save them from such an end. 
Yep, you heard right. The chickens are gone, dead, no longer laying eggs!  Fortunately for the dog, he wasn’t the one to get them (I’m pretty sure he would be done for too!) and it wasn’t because the calves crashed down the door. The intruder was much more stealthy- coming in the night and nabbing a few at a time. After the first couple nights of losing a few hens we guessed there was a weasel or racoon that had tunneled into the coop and moved the hens. 
But it didn’t stop that ninja critter. 
We tried to get one step ahead of the hunter to save the few chickens we had left- the four remaining chickens. We put them in the horse trailer and left them there for days. The Ranch Boss set traps hoping to nab the intruder and let us feel safe to put the chickies back. But we never caught him. For weeks we didn’t catch him. By this point we figured he had gotten frustrated and moved on. 
So we put the chickens back. They were happy and we were happy to have the few eggs they were laying. The kids and I were stalwart in doing the nightly egg gather and chicken lock up, always careful make sure there was no way a chicken could escape or a creeper to get in. 
But one morning we heard the bad news- the last of the chickens had been attacked and killed. We felt defeated. We lost all 18 chickens. And all this boiled down to one conclusion- no more fresh eggs. 
To appease your curiosity, we did find what got the chickens.  There was a mink that had escaped the mink farm in town and trekked down to our chicken coop. 
Now we know that we need to beef up our chicken coop to prevent any unwelcome visitors for getting their dinner. And until next spring when the next batch of chickens comes in we will buy eggs, coloring eggs as The Rancher’s Sidekick calls them (apparently white store eggs have only one purpose!). 

A Deer Hunt up Quaken Asp

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Our quiet little valley has suddenly come alive this last week.  Our quaint little roads have become a bustling highway for hunters.  The deer hunting season is open and everyone has come to try and pull a big one out of our mountains.  We see hunters of all kinds- on horse back, hauling ATVs, old ones. young ones, smart ones, and … ones that think that they are too cool for orange.  If you don’t wear orange, you deserve to be shot.  Ok, I didn’t say that, but really, why would you NOT be smart and wear something so the other hunter wouldn’t shoot at you?!

Opening morning The Rancher and I decided to join the hunting crowd and head up to our private property in the heart of those mountains.  I guess we went up for two reasons- 1, to see if we couldn’t find something big and 2, to keep everyone else off of our property.  And I guess a fun morning date is a good third reason for going!

We get a lot of mixed reactions when we post “No Hunting” on our private property.  With so many hunters coming in (we can usually count about 15- 20 opening morning!) we try to give the deer a little bit of refuge on our property.  Over the last ten years when the hunt opened up from a draw, the area has really picked through and it seems that only the young bucks are all that’s left.  So we post our few acres and hope that people will respect our wishes and just move on.  There is enough land and game around that it isn’t worth their fight.  At least that is what I am going to believe that they are saying, as we haven’t had a problem yet.

On our hunt this year, we didn’t see much at all.  Day one there was one little two point that popped up with a few doe… and that was it.  We sat for a while and watched them before moving on… kinda fun.  On day two we saw the same little buck, but this time in distress- he was being chased by a coyote!  Poor bugger to have two different kind of hunters after him that day!

Even though we didn’t see much game, it has still been a fun deer hunt.  I definitely deserve the award for the most “shots” taken, although mine are fired from my trusty Nikon instead of The Rancher’s rifle.  The morning sunrises were beautliful, the fall leaves were colorful, and the company was great!

Can you find the little deer hiding in this photo?

Checking Out the Calf Crop

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Every time we look out towards the fields we see the beautiful green speckled with the black of the calves.  Its a beautiful sight…  Actually, the contrast of the beautiful green with the black really is pretty.  But there is a different beauty.  The beauty of a year’s hard work.  The beauty of the rain that has blessed this valley with the feed we desperately need.  The beauty of the healthy calves eating and energetically running through the field. Truly, a beautiful sight.

Throughout the week, we will take several trips through the calves- checking the feed, the mineral and salt, and the overall health.  Its a little routine, but at the same time its a fun little drive we take as a family.  We spend a good part of the time yelling at the dogs to not chase the calves (who invites the dogs anyway?).  That usually follows with them trying to jump on the 4 wheeler, where there is NO room for any extras.  Just picture the Beverly Hillbillies… Now that the calves are really beginning to settle in, they have become quite curious.  They’ll follow us around or chase the dogs, but as soon as we make a sudden move they take off to the other end of the pasture, just to turn back around.  Any typical curious child, right? 

These calves have really taken to the mineral and salt that we have been putting out.  We are doing everything we can to supplement their feed so that we can get them all the nutrients they need for healthy growing.  That means that on a lot of our family drives through the calves we are also loaded down with bags and bags of mineral.  How is the picture you are creating in your mind?  No, no one has fallen off…yet…  But do go so far as to imagine that dumping the mineral in the troughs is a highlight for the kids because it is SUPER fun to play in!

This is the time of year we take a little pride in the hard work we have put throughout the year to raise this calf crop.  A little drive through the calves has such a sweet smell of satisfaction!

Vaccinating in the Rain

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We gathered… we sorted… we weaned… we hauled… and then we vaccinated.  Not all ranchers do it, but we do.  Its like with kids- not everyone has to, not everyone chooses to but we think its well worth it.  There are two times a year that we have all of the calves gathered up that we can give them their vaccinations- branding and weaning.

In the few years that we have been back to the ranch this is one of those areas that I have really jumped in to help.  Maybe that was because the first year we weaned I was big and pregnant and that was about all I could do.  But there is the nerdy medical side of me (the one that likes to think that I can be part of the at-home-vet crew) that likes to give shots… I don’t know why I’ve settled myself in here, but I did…

Having the new chute was so nice.  So so SO nice!  It was fast, it had an awesome neck bar so I could give shots without my hand potentially getting hurt, and even better we didn’t hurt any calves like we have in the past with the old chute.  Thanks Moly Mfg. for the Silencer!

One of our vaccinating days we had to wait for a break in the rain.  Lucky enough we got a few good hours of dry work in before the rain stared again.  But the rain didn’t dampen any spirits.  Especially any of our little helpers.  These kids of mine love to come and help and don’t mind being hours at the chute with bawling calves.  In fact, they each find a hot shot or a stick and find a place to poke the calves as we go through. 

It was a great few days vaccinating, but its great that its over.  They’ve had their booster shots and now its time for them to grow, grow, grow!

Integrity in the Middle of Nowhere

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I realized something new this fall.  Outside from all of the awesomeness that comes with the riding and gathering on such beautiful fall days there is an incredible bond between the ranching men in this valley.  On one particular morning it was evident what kind of men we are privileged to work with.
 
All of our cows are run with other ranches, several ranches which means that there is plenty of man power when it is time to work them.  But one large bunch (all the bunches are large when you run nearly 800 cows!) we have only runs with one other ranch.  Most years we have plenty of extra help but this year we felt pretty lucky to not have a disaster with as few guys as we had.  Kids grow up and go to school and others really grow up and go on missions.  Some get other jobs.  Before we know it we are spread far and thin between, but still getting the job done.
 
When we got to the corrals where we were sorting I noticed that there were a lot more trucks and trailers and cowboys than what we had left.  Cool.  Some help.  But really, I was sure that they were only there to get their few calves that end up in our group.  Strays happen because that saying of the grass being greener on the other side is really true!  So we sort out the strays.  And no one really leaves.  We start weaning the big group of cows and everyone jumps in.  Even as a big storm came in and soaked everyone that didn’t bring a rain coat (me… plus a few others) they all stuck around. 
 
After a while I decided that their time and effort was really a demonstration of their character.  They work until the work is done.  They help their neighbor simply because they know they need help.  They don’t expect to be paid and would never hold it over our head.  And because of their willingness to help we turn around and help them whenever we can.  When they say they are coming we know it will happen because these men stay true to their word.
 
What incredible character, right?  I aspire to keep that kind of legacy alive in the ranch we run, in the family I raise and in the person I strive to become.
 

Can I Have a Wordless Monday, Please?

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How about a wordless Wednesday on a Monday?  Is that like “Mums the Word Monday”?  I have recently found some pictures from this last spring and I thought I would share.  And I have a few from the last few busy weeks of moving cows, working calves, and just being cool.  Because we are so cool… I might like to think that I am- please, don’t burst my bubble!

Weaning Anxiety

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Oh weaning… A time that we love and hate. I should say I and not speak for the others. I love the days out riding, sorting and working the cattle through the chute. It’s awesome to see the growth that they’ve had over the summer and the satisfaction to see your hard work paying off.

But there is a flip side. Weaning is stressful on calves. It can be super stressful. Ideally you don’t change terrain or feed too much. You try to not work them too hard or even haul them long distances if you can manage. But when your calves are NOT at the home ranch you bite the bullet and do all those things. The hard thing is stressed calves can turn into sick calves. Sick calves don’t eat so well. Sick calves can become super sick calves. And super sick calves can die. What we don’t want… 
Whatever we are doing, whether it’s sorting, moving, vaccinating or feeding, we take care to keep these calves running healthy. We only have to make it 45 days (give or take) and in that time we pack on the pounds and keep all healthy so we can turn a good profit. These calves are our payday… Now dont think I’m talking about getting rich off these babies. What I’m really talking about is earning enough to keep doing what we love. 
So for the next month or so, there is a little more tension, a little more anxiety, and a lot more prayers that our efforts everyday haven’t been in vain and that we can continue this cowboy living. 

First Wean at 13

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Seriously, who names corrals or pastures 13?  Forever The Rancher would say, “We’re going down to 13…” and it was supposed to mean something to me.  But now I know.  13- the corrals and fields nestled behind the reservoir, only 14 glorious minutes away instead of the agonizing hours it seems to take to Black Pine (don’t worry, I  know you don’t know where that is…).  And 13 is where we began the crazy fall work this year.

Nearly a week ago, on a hazy cool morning, we saddled up and headed out to gather in the cows on the Forest Service ground.  These cows have been difficult all summer long, so it was awesome to get the buggers done and out of the way first.  Of course they were spread out on the very edges of the field.  And of course they had to turn and chase the dogs every chance they could.  And of course the only time they hurried along was when they were headed in the WRONG direction.  But we were ready for them and brought lots of help, and in reality, we didn’t have all that far to go to.

After our quick 45 minute gather began the real fun of sorting off the cows from the calves.  These cowboys work cows so different than I ever did growing up.  I was always taught the approach of less is more- quieter, calmer, less guys… Maybe some of that was just because we didn’t have so many cows or man power.  Still, very different.  With these Curlew Cowboys we start sorting from both ends, each grabbing a bunch and sorting off calves out one gate and cows out the other, sometimes pushing against each other.  I went on the end where we pushed the cows out and kept calves in.  I have to admit that the first few minutes were stressful for me.  It was chaos.  Pure chaos.  There was no organization, no plan, just get ’em and go.  Fortunately my anxiety simmered down and I jumped into the chaotic, sorting groove.  Before long we were done… mostly.

A few calves had managed to slip the gate man that needed sorting back out.  And a few bulls needed bringing out.  And some of the neighbor cows needed pulling out too.  So not really done, but that gave me the perfect opportunity to take a few pictures.  I have to admit that I didn’t take any when the good sorting was going on, but that was simply because I was too busy doing my other job…

With the sorting done, all that was left was to wait our turn to get all the calves loaded and head home.  And in the meantime while I was waiting, I enjoyed my moments of bliss on the back of the horse with my camera, conversation my new sis-in-law, and a little kid free time.  I was almost sad when we loaded up the third and final semi-full of calves.  But alas, all good things must come to an end.  Until the next time we wean- oh wait, that’s tomorrow!

 

Hometown Buck-a-Rama

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If I had known all of the crazy things that September would bring I don’t know that I would have believed it.  My calendar at the end of the month looks nothing like what I had in mind at the beginning of the month.  But that’s ok… In the midst of all the craziness I had some awesome family time, a fun trip to Montana with my sister (she lives in New York… like, the polar opposite of my world.  Crazy that two sisters that are best friends could live completely different lives… LOVE IT!!) and a chance to go back to my roots.

The weekend that I was home to Montana just happened to be the weekend that the American Legion was holding an event to raise money for the fair grounds. Funny that until now I hadn’t realized who was responsible for the fairgrounds there.  Where is the fair board, you ask?  There isn’t one.  Our county doesn’t actually hold a county fair.  Instead they team up with a couple neighboring counties to put on a Tri-County fair in Deer Lodge.  Looky there… Learned something new, didn’t ya!

So no fair board, no money from the county, and therefore in need of some creative fundraising.

The highlight of the day was a rough stock buck-out featuring the bulls of a local rough stock contractors, Rod and Bonnie Conat and Steven Graveley.  They may not be PBR material just yet but that very well may be where they are heading.  Some of these bulls were young and inexperienced, but they certainly have potential.  But that doesn’t mean that there weren’t any old seasoned bulls that knew how to put on a show.  I was thoroughly entertained!

I did have one small complaint, and you will see it here in a minute.  They had hauled in a bunch of panels to make a much smaller ring to buck in.  Smart, right?  They won’t have to chase bulls all day to move on to the next one.  But they forgot to think of the lady sitting in the stands with two tired kids crawling on her lap while she tried to take pictures.  So that means that in between you and the action will be some panels and what not.  Just pretend its not there…

Regardless of how the panels may or may not have ruined the ambiance of the pictures, it was still a fun day for a rodeo!   

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Hello! I'm Allison, The Rancher's Wife! There's nothing I love more than being out on the ranch with my husband and kids. Join me for a look at what goes on here at the ranch and the life being a rancher's wife!

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