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An All-Hands-on-Deck Kind of Day

July 14, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

When a broken water system, wandering cattle, and a handful of unexpected problems all hit on the same day, everyone on our ranch had to pitch in—even the youngest hands. It was a reminder that on a ranch, there’s always work for someone willing to learn, and today’s little helper often becomes tomorrow’s dependable hand.


He may not be old enough to fix a pump or haul a trailer, but he already knows what it means to lend a hand.

Some days, some jobs, and some outfits only need a cowboy or two to keep things running. The tractor has only one seat, and the pickup has only one driver. A job in the shop requires the master mechanic instead of a budding apprentice. You get the picture.

Then there are days that demand help from even the littlest and least experienced ranchers. All they require is a willing heart and able hands to be hired on for the job. Those sorts of days remind us of an important lesson about ranching: if you’re willing to help, there’s always a job for you.

Not long ago we had one of those days on our operation, an all-hands-on-deck sort of day.

It began innocently enough with one man heading out for a routine water check, another into town for some off-ranch business, and another climbing into the swather to knock down some hay. I joined The Rancher with a couple of kids, loaded up the pickup, and headed to the meadows to drop off a few pairs and do a quick ride through.

Our divide-and-conquer approach had the handful of us steadily checking things off the list. It didn’t take long, however, for the day to start adding its own to-dos in the most urgent ways. The first wasn’t unexpected, just moved up on the schedule.

The grazing association had purchased several heavy-duty custom panels that we’d hauled as far as the ranch. They still needed to be delivered to the proper allotments, and another rancher had volunteered to unload them. Since he was already hauling his own tractor, we needed a second driver to haul the panels. We hadn’t made it back from our cattle check, so my husband called our teenage son to step in.

It wasn’t much longer after he coordinated that move that his phone rang again. As if fate knew no one was home, a neighbor down the road called to say he’d watched a herd of cattle slowly make their way through a lazy stretch of barbed wire fence and into our roping heifers. As soon as he hung up, The Rancher called the range rider to let him know something was going on with the neighbor’s cattle and they needed checked on, stat.

No sooner had that call ended than the phone rang again. This time someone reported that the pump on the BLM range had gone out, and more hands were needed to troubleshoot the problem and haul water to the nearly empty troughs.

That call had barely ended when the range rider called back. He’d found the reason for the breachy cows.  Their own trough had gone dry, sending them tiptoeing into our pasture in search of a drink on a hot summer day.

All of a sudden, we had more problems than people, and everyone was going to have to step in somehow.

Our son had a few minutes before he needed to leave with the panels, so he jumped on a four-wheeler to straighten out as many cattle as he could. One of the ranchers who was home headed straight for the BLM range to get the water system back up and running.

Not long after we arrived home, The Rancher climbed into the water truck to keep the troughs full until the pump could be repaired. That left me and the kiddos to take care of the wandering cows. Without a solid fence, we knew they’d hop right back over unless we helped them find another source of water. So we loaded up on bikes and pushed them through the brush to the nearest working trough.

We also had a second, smaller herd along the opposite fence that we figured had better be moved before the two groups mixed together. We weren’t convinced either herd would stay put, no matter how good the fence looked.

As we finished the job, I realized that when it comes down to it, everyone on our little operation can help get the work done. Young and old, experienced or not, there’s work that fits every set of hands.

My little cowboys and cowgirl weren’t fixing pumps or hauling custom panels. They weren’t stringing fence or troubleshooting tractors. But they could ride a bike through the brush, encourage a stubborn cow in the right direction, open and shut gates, and be another set of eyes when we needed them most. Their contribution wasn’t measured by its size but by the simple fact that it helped.

That’s one of my favorite things about ranching. There is always a place for someone who wants to learn. You don’t have to know everything before you’re invited to be part of the work. You start with the jobs you can do, and before long those small responsibilities become bigger ones. The little kid pushing cows on a four-wheeler becomes the teenager trusted to haul a trailer. The teenager becomes the one solving water problems, fixing equipment, or teaching the next generation.

A ranch has a way of growing people right alongside the cattle.

It reminds us that the value of a person isn’t determined by how much they can do, but by their willingness to do what they can. Every capable rancher was once the kid carrying tools, shutting gates, or trailing behind, hoping someone would trust them with a little more responsibility.

The work has a way of making room for those willing to show up.

Maybe that’s a lesson that reaches far beyond the ranch. Whether it’s on a family operation, in a community, at church, or in a workplace, there will always be moments when there are more jobs than people. In those moments, experience certainly matters, but so does willingness. A willing heart and able hands have a remarkable way of becoming exactly what is needed.

On the ranch, we don’t wait until someone knows everything before we let them belong. We hand them a job they can do, work alongside them, and trust that today’s helper is tomorrow’s hand.

More Than a Kid Horse

June 23, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

These old ranch horses might not be worth much on paper—but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Our kids have put in the miles on their horses these last few months, jumping in to work with the crew almost like they were grown cowboys and cowgirls. In a way that can only make a ranch momma’s heart swell, they have put in the long days right by our side, coming home hot, tired, and dusty.

This could be a note about how proud I am of them, and don’t get me wrong, I am. But I’m also grateful for those four-legged partners that have carried them across the range all those long days. Looking back, I can see countless times those kid horses earned their keep in ways that had nothing to do with getting the actual work done.

Having a determined child who was not about to wait to enter the branding pen meant that we had to have a horse that was ready, willing, and able to take care of him in any situation. We needed to put him on a mount we knew we could turn our backs on and everything would turn out okay, every time. It wasn’t until midway through the season that I realized we had chosen just the right mare for the job.

On this particular branding day, we were short-handed, battling the wind, and had already tallied half a dozen days out on the range working. My boy was eager to swing into the saddle and start roping. Following his dad, he scooped up heels left and right as they teamed up to bring in the calves. It was almost like he couldn’t miss.

As every kid does, he wanted to “do it himself,” meaning he wanted to heel a calf and drag it from the herd to the fire all on his own. After finding a calf paired up, he threw his shot, managed a catch, and stacked his dallies only to learn he had caught the calf by just one foot. Startled by the rope, the calf started running around, ducking right behind his horse.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened in the branding pen that day, but it was the first time it had happened to him, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Without even being told, that mare simultaneously did two things to take care of the situation. First, she tucked her tail under faster than you could blink to keep from getting “rim fired.” At nearly the same time, she spun around to keep the calf in front of her, avoiding the kind of tangled wreck that can happen in a hurry.

I was a little amazed that this simple ranch horse had it in her to navigate what could have been a really tricky situation. We knew she would take care of our boy while roping—trailing the calf right, stopping when he went to dally, and dragging it to the fire—but we didn’t realize she was ready to keep him square in the saddle in just about any circumstance.

It isn’t only in the branding pen that I have seen these kid horses step up to take care of my kids. With all of the spring and summer turnouts and cattle drives, even our littlest is game to come along and ride. It’s exciting that even at seven years old he wants to brave a long, dusty day on horseback, but it is also worrisome. I’m always torn between the help I need to give and the responsibility I have as a momma to keep them safe.

When the kids are riding along with me, I work hard to take the best route for them, keep them close, and avoid leaving them behind if I can help it. Every once in a while I have to gather in a stray pair or bring up a pocket of cows to the herd. Usually they trail along together and everything turns out great.

But lately my independent child has decided he wants to be the one to go after the stray animals. Without a word, he will spur up his horse, duck into the trees, and be gone before I know it. Then, not long after, he will pop back out trailing the cattle he went in after. I used to worry in those moments, but I’ve learned that trusty steed has things under control. Now, instead of fretting that everything is okay, I’m full of pride when I see what my little cowboy can do.

These old ranch horses might not be worth much on paper—they aren’t fancy bred, haven’t won any awards, and probably wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye. But I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Their value isn’t measured in dollars. It’s measured in confidence, independence, and peace of mind.

They are the horses that teach kids how to work, how to solve problems, and how to handle responsibility. They are the horses that bring them home safe after a long day, forgive their mistakes, and quietly take care of them when Mom and Dad can’t be right beside them. Around here, those old kid horses have carried far more than calves and cowboys across the range. They’ve carried my greatest treasures, and that’s worth more than anything money can buy

All Bluff or All Fight

June 12, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

Some cows just throw dirt and make a lot of noise. Others mean every bit of it.

Having spent my whole life around cows, it takes a lot for one to make me nervous. I’ve seen my share of cows that have a big bluff, but little fight. They throw some dirt, put their head up in the air, and beller, but that’s all they do. This spring however, I’ve had more than enough opportunities to learn the line between all bluff and all fight.

Let’s back up for context. My husband and I had an opportunity fall in our collective lap that allowed us to buy a few cows of our own. With the busy spring work, I knew the feeding, checking, and tagging would likely fall on my chore list, something I was actually excited about. I figured the kids could pile on the 4-wheeler with me so we could trail through the cows, count and tag the newborns, then put a bale in the feeder each day.

It was all a pretty simple plan. Which should have been my first warning.

I learned very quickly that these cows had what I can only describe in a positive way as strong mothering instincts. Red Angus are known for their maternal traits. Some of them are apparently overachievers, a fact I learned firsthand as I sat holding a calf while its mother came sprinting at me, bellowing for the whole herd to hear.

I’ll admit the first few times those momma cows got loud and in my face, my heart thumped a few extra beats. Regardless of the adrenaline surge, I got my work done quickly and unscathed. I might have even patted myself on the back on a few of the rowdier, nose-to-nose cows. And the silver lining, those moments helped me form a very informed opinion of which cows were worth keeping and which were definitely on the cull list.

With a handful of calves on the ground, we began loading them up and taking them to summer pasture, a chance to see a whole new side of them. A side I didn’t like at all.

More than once we had to take a deep breath and regroup when the handful of pairs we were bringing into the corral scattered like chickens with a fox in the coop. As the weeks wore on, we had to change tactics just to get the cows in the corral and still live to tell about it.

The first of our ornery cows was #41. We knew from day one she was full of more than bluff. Her calf had slipped through the wire fence, a blessing in disguise. I opted to tag the calf first before pushing it through, and I was glad I did because the fence was the only thing standing between me and a very unpleasant introduction.

When it was her turn to be sorted, #41 ducked and dodged us more times than I could count. And then she got mad, a moment I distinctly remember because she turned straight for my son on his motorbike with every intention of causing damage. My momma bear instincts kicked in and all rational decision-making left the building. Let’s just say we both won that fight—she didn’t end up in the corral, but I got in enough good licks to feel vindicated. The 4-wheeler may tell the story differently.

#41 must have sensed we meant business when we showed up on horseback with ropes in hand, because she trotted right into the corral without a fuss. We thought maybe we had turned the corner. Turns out she was just lulling us into a false sense of security, because when it came time to load her in the trailer she reminded us of her deep-seated hatred for us. After just a few steps into the pen, that darn cow threw her head in the air and had us hopping the fence like a jackrabbit with a pack of cow dogs on it.

Obviously we lived to tell the tale—a tale highlighted by the fact that bluff was a five-letter word that five-letter cow didn’t know.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t even the worst of them. A week later we went to move another group of cows, and had an encounter with one that was lucky we still turned right to pasture instead of left to the butcher shop. I had my suspicions early on about #34, but had excused her high-headed chase after a long haul from Montana and a trip through the chute to be branded. She was loud and snorty tagging her calf, but not the worst of the bunch.

#34 was on my keep-an-eye-on-her list, but thirty seconds into the day she graduated to the don’t-turn-your-back-on-her list. She walked into the corral pleasant as could be, then promptly turned to run back out the gate, smashing the motorbike that attempted to block her way in the process. Since we don’t back down from a fight, we “convinced” her back into the corral where the fight continued. It might have taken an hour to get her loaded, perched on the fence the whole time, but we won in the end. I’m still not convinced the butcher shop wasn’t the better option.

The following day we had a few of the last heifers to run through the chute, and they too thought we’d enjoy scaling the fence. I don’t know if there was a sign on our backs that said “Try me!” or what, but apparently word had spread through the herd. In a small moment of fatigue, I might have shouted, “I’m so tired of being chased at!”

There are only a few left to turn out, and my hopes are high that the worst is over. If nothing else after a spring spent climbing fences, dodging charging cows, and wondering if there was a bounty on my head, I’ve come to a conclusion: some cows are all bluff, some cows are all fight, and fences exist for a reason.

Final Range Branding: Deep Creek Cleanup

May 4, 2026 by admin Leave a Comment

The last range branding day of the stretch was a slower cleanup kind of day, with fewer calves left to gather and brand. After the wind the day before, the weather turned just about perfect, making for a pretty enjoyable day to be horseback.

I spent more time roping than taking pictures, so this set looks a little different than some of the others. Fewer action shots and more of the small details that make up a branding day—the hands, the gear, the dust, and the moments in between.

Not every day is fast-paced or packed full, but there’s something good about the quieter ones too.

Callahan Branding: Small Crew, Big Work

May 1, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

Callahan branding is a smaller one, with just three ranches bringing cattle, but the work still stacks up quick. It was a windy day, and with a smaller crew we had to cover more ground and keep things moving.

By this point in the season, it was a lot of the same faces and the same work—but also the same steady effort to get it done right. With fewer hands, everyone stepped in where they were needed, including the kids.

I ended up working opposite The Rancher most of the day, which gave me the chance to catch a few photos of him—and even better, of our son. Something clicked for him that day, and it was fun to watch it all come together.

Cedar Hill Branding Take Two: Cleanup Day

April 23, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

This branding day looked a little different than the rest. Having already branded this same group two before, it was a slow and steady cleanup day. We didn’t complain!

I think we spent more time chatting as we waited for lunch than actually branding. In the end, we put our mark on about sixteen calves, leaving just one that no one could quite claim. Even so, it felt good to get them finished up and ready to turn out in the next couple of weeks.

Not every branding day is fast-paced or full, but they all play their part, and, if you can believe it, there’s one more big still weekend.

Peterson Place: Our Desert, Our Branding Day

April 22, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

Peterson Place branding day always feels a little different. It’s our desert ground, but this year it felt more like our place than ever before.

We went into the day expecting cold temperatures and high winds, but it turned out just about perfect. Good weather, good help, and a crew that made the work go as it should. It was a mix of old hands and new ones, with plenty of kids jumping in wherever they could—learning as they went and not afraid to get right in the middle of it.

Some of the best parts of the day were getting to rope alongside my kids, especially my ten-year-old who has really started to throw himself into the work. And somewhere along the way, after being part of this crew for more than a dozen years, it felt like I truly found my place in it.

Between the work, the laughs, and even the boys gathered around the fire cooking up their castrated snacks, it was one of those days that reminds you why these brandings matter.

Branding, Chaos, and Cattle: Season Kickoff on the Ranch

April 7, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

There are days we look forward to almost as much as Christmas—or maybe even more. For some, it’s the beautiful morning drive. For others, it’s roping in the branding trap, the dirt pile full of toys, the good food, and even better company.

I lost count trying to tally everyone who showed up—our Saturday brandings can draw 60+ people, some attending for most of their lives, some for the first time. Everyone is welcome, but you’d better be ready for work, teasing, and a whole lot of dust.

Things have changed over the years, but the heart of what we do has always stayed the same.

Click the photos below for a close up view of shots of the day.

Between Here and There

March 24, 2026 by Allison

Turns out you can love where you are and still miss somewhere else.

There are days I wish life would slow down just a little.

Not forever. Not in a big, dramatic way. Heaven forbid that the long fencing days last longer than they already do (although, I don’t mind fencing that much). I just need things to slow down enough to catch my breath and feel like I’m not missing something somewhere else.

Because lately, life hasn’t slowed down at all.

It’s been full in all the best ways—coaching, kids’ activities, opportunities to serve, even a little travel with my husband. The kind of full that I love and am truly grateful for.

But while I am away somewhere else, I still feel the pull of the ranch.

I’ve learned a hard, unrelenting truth—life on a ranch doesn’t wait. I know, it’s a mind-blowing concept. Who knew my world didn’t actually revolve around me?  Actually it’s not a new concept at all.  These feelings were similar when instead of chasing my kids between games, clubs and meetings, I was chasing them between naps and snacks. 

But somehow I have to learn again that cows don’t pause because there’s a basketball game. The weather doesn’t hold off because I’m out of town. Work keeps moving, whether I’m there for it or not.

And I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t get to me sometimes.

Some days I want to shout that it’s unfair and cruel that I have to choose between being here or there when I want to be both. Other days, it’s quieter than that. There’s a kind of anxiety in knowing things are happening at home without me—not because I don’t trust the people there or think the work won’t get done, but because the opposite is true. The work goes on without me. It doesn’t miss me. It doesn’t need me. And somehow, that’s the part that stings a little.

Because I want to be part of it. I want to show up. I want to carry part of the weight.

But if I spend every day waiting for the ranch to need me, I miss the chance to say yes to other parts of my life—the parts where I get to coach, support my kids, and learn, serve, and chase passions outside of a set of corrals.

So I’ve been learning something I didn’t expect.

There isn’t a version of life where I get to be everywhere I want to be, all at once. Some days I choose the ranch, and some days I choose to be somewhere else. And neither choice makes me less committed to the other—or at least, I hope it doesn’t.

It just means I’m living a life that doesn’t fit neatly into one place. I know the ranch will still be there when I get back, with work that still needs done. The cattle will still need to be gathered and water checked. The seasons will keep turning.

Life doesn’t wait. But maybe it was never meant to. Maybe it was meant to be lived in the middle of all of it—the going, the missing, the showing up, and the coming back again.

Riding for the brand,

– Allison

Reservations and Runaway Cows

February 18, 2026 by Allison

Ranch romance doesn’t always look like candlelight.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

We had Valentine’s plans…

But the cows broke through!

Boots polished, hair in place,

Dressed up for our night,

Reservations waiting

Under the city lights.

But then we saw them—

Or maybe we didn’t,

A herd of wild backsides

Slipping out of sight.

Nothing says romance

Like a runaway cow chase,

Down the winding highway,

Our hearts racing to match the pace.

Flying out of the pickup

Before it came to a stop,

I’m fairly certain

The Rancher thought I was hot.

Finally to dinner,

Out on the town,

With a hint of manure

Dusting my cowgirl gown.

Maybe this is romance,

Rough, wild, and true—

A night just for us,

Until the cows break through.

It was cloudy and starting to get dark—no surprise we were running a little later than we’d hoped for our Valentine’s night. It didn’t take long to see the cows had broken through the fence… again. And for no real reason except that they wanted more than what they already had, as cows often do.

With a curse and a grumble under his breath, The Rancher sped down the road to get around them. It didn’t take much to shift gears and get them moving the opposite direction, but with cows spilling off the road into the borrow pit, I realized I needed to hop out and chase on foot. Of course my fancy town booties were NOT the footwear of choice, but there was little to do except go regardless of tweaked ankles or scuffs.

It wasn’t long before others realized the problem and joined in, everyone feeling the frustration of a herd that never quite stays settled. Of course they wouldn’t all simply go back in the field. A large handful busted through more fences, complicating an already irksome evening. Running through tall brush and scooting through barbed wire, I prayed the nice clothes I rarely get to dress up in wouldn’t fall victim to the circumstances.

Some on foot, some on four-wheelers and motorbikes, we finally funneled the cattle through brush to find the gates and get them back where they belonged. But the truth was, if we left them there, they were just going to get out again. Not because of the hole they had just made—we had panels and wire ready to patch it—but because once they learned they could break through, they knew they could do it again.

So we adjusted the plan.

Instead of simply fixing the fence, we decided to relocate them to the corral—a sturdy metal pen far less likely to give to their unrelenting pressure. The Rancher and I headed to set gates and turn the herd while the others bright then from the pasture, not just fixing the problem for the night but hopefully creating a more long-term solution.

Once the cows were finally penned, we took a breath and admitted it could have been much worse. They got out, yes—but we caught it within minutes. We had plans, but dinner could be pushed back. It could have been a disaster.

The frustration was real.

The chaos was real.

And yet somehow, the night didn’t fall apart.

What makes these moments memorable isn’t just the humor or the absurdity—it’s how we show up for each other when it’s not easy. When things go sideways. When plans are interrupted. When the evening could easily end in frustration.

We made the best of what we had. The night was already simple—no flowers, no chocolates, no candles. Just a tired rancher trying to say “I love you,” and a ranch wife grateful for any moment together, even if the promise of no gates to open fell a little short.

Boots scuffed. Jeans dusted with sage. Hearts racing from the chase instead of the date—we handled the mess, laughed at the chaos, and eventually made it to dinner.

That’s partnership.

That’s love.

It shows up in the smell of sagebrush, in the quiet evening air, in the exhaustion, and in the decision to keep going together. We work side by side when it’s fun—but more importantly, when it’s hard.

Romance isn’t always candlelight or perfectly executed plans. Sometimes it’s teamwork in town clothes. Sometimes it’s laughter after chaos. Sometimes it’s knowing that when plans go sideways and problems appear out of nowhere, you both show up anyway.

And that kind of love?

It lasts any time of year.

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Living on cattle, cocoa & kids running wild.
Daily ranch life, western style all with a side of dirt.

He’s adamant we can’t call him cute because ranche He’s adamant we can’t call him cute because ranchers aren’t cute. And while he wrong that ranchers aren’t cute, he is totally right that he is a rancher, little as he is. 

When a broken water system, wandering cattle, and a handful of unexpected problems all hit on the same day, everyone on our ranch had to pitch in—even the youngest hands. 

It was a reminder that on a ranch, there’s always work for someone willing to learn, and today’s little helper often becomes tomorrow’s dependable hand.

Read the whole story on the blog: https://theidahorancherswife.com/an-all-hands-on-deck-kind-of-day/

#ranchlife #cattleranching #learningonthejob #allhandsondeck #lifeonacattleranch
Since we don’t have a maid, a laundress, a chef or Since we don’t have a maid, a laundress, a chef or a chauffeur, I tend to have less days on the ranch then I’d like. 

Silver lining- I get to be in the air conditioned house instead of sweating in this summer heat 😆. 

If I get to pick and choose my days out working, I’ll choose a day on horseback, EVERY TIME. 

But it makes me wonder- what would you choose? 
Moving cows?
Roping?
Planting?
Working cute side?
A day in the shop? 
Building fence…? 🤪

Tell me in the comments below!⬇️ 
#ranchlife
#whatsyourfavorite 
#marriedtoarancher 
#lifeonacattleranch 
#adayontheranch
God Bless America, Land That I Love #lifeonacattl God Bless America, Land That I Love 
#lifeonacattleranch #marriedtoarancher #ranchlife #IndependenceDay #proudtobeanamerican
Sometimes I ask myself if we are in the midst of a Sometimes I ask myself if we are in the midst of a second dust bowl era. Who knew you could stir up such a mess?! 

We pray for rain but then we also say, “but if not… bless us to know what else there is to be done.”

I don’t know any rain dances, unless you count the pat down I do to the shake off the dust. But I do know how to keep hoping, praying, and trying again tomorrow. 
 
Because really, what else is there?

Giving up? I don’t think so. 

#prayforrain
#dustfordays 
#lifeonacattleranch 
#marriedtoarancher 
#ranchlife
He is hands down everyone’s favorite guy in this h He is hands down everyone’s favorite guy in this house.

Dad means fun and adventure.
Dad means possibilities and opportunities.
Dad means trying new things.

Dad means catching frogs, checking cows, taking the long way home, and saying “hop in” when there’s work to be done.

Dad means learning how to work hard, laugh often, and not be afraid to get a little dirt on your boots.

Dad means safety and security.
Dad means knowing someone is always in your corner.
Dad means being loved, protected, and believed in.

Around here, Dad is the one who can fix almost anything, answer almost any question, and somehow make every ordinary day feel like an adventure.

Happy Father’s Day to our favorite cowboy.
A friend recently passed way. At his funeral multi A friend recently passed way. At his funeral multiple people said that he named his family as greatest accomplishment of his life. 

He had known success and failure, but through it all he was most proud of raising a family and what they had become. 

I have dreams and goals, but that idea of the greatest success comes from the family you raise is really hitting home for me lately. I take more pride it’s seeing my kids accomplish things than in my own accomplishments. 

These days on the range working tinder as a family have been a treasure. I realize that we don’t have many years left before the first kids start leaving the herd so I’m going to soak it all in while I can. 🥹

#ranchlife 
#familyranching 
#ranchinggenerations 
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There is no one with a sniffer that can out sniff There is no one with a sniffer that can out sniff a bull surround by cows in heat. This tantalizing pheromones can bring in bulls over the mountains, miles away. 

That puts even my teenage son smelling dinner on the stove to shame 🤣 

But that’s just fine. These bulls have a lot of work to covering a herd it in the range. Three months of hard work before they go back to the life of luxury. 

Here’s a little breeding trivia (I post the answers in the comments later tonight): 
How far can a bull smell a cow in heat?
How long is a cow in heat?
What is the average number of cows a bull will cover in a breeding season?

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The people. The work. The laughing. The food. T The people. 
The work.
The laughing. 
The food. 
The dust… strike that, not the dust…

I think this season of branding has been favorite. One to remember for sure. 

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😂 The contrasting combo in this frozen moment alwa 😂 The contrasting combo in this frozen moment always makes me laugh!

Spurs, chaps, and cowboy hat all perched atop a Honda dirt bike. The Rancher temporarily traded in his horse for his two wheeler counter part to help get the job done and the cows in to brand. 

Sure, we love to do everything we can on horses, but there are sometimes it’s just far more practical to turn on the key to the 4 wheeler or dirt bike. It’s not as romantic or punchy, but I have to admit there are times it is the better way to get the job done. 

That kind of admission might have just lost me some cred (if I had any to begin with at all! 😂) but it’s true. We use all the best resources we have at hand even if that means cowboy meets dirt bike!

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Cows are funny. They are ready to plow you over Cows are funny. 

They are ready to plow you over one second for messing with their calf, and then 2 minutes later completely forget they even have one when they see a patch of green grass. 

Did you know they only recognize their calves by their smell? Of course they don’t go by tag number, but I’m not even sure they can recognize markings or color. 

Which means these lovely windy days this spring has provided can make pairing up cattle a little tricky. 

If only a cow could read…

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Growing up I knew I always wanted to be a mom, to Growing up I knew I always wanted to be a mom, to raise a family like I had. I had visions of working together on the ranch and quiet nights watching the sunset together. Ya know, the perfect ranch family. 

But as life goes, it certainly hasn’t been that easy.

In fact there were parts of motherhood that I absolutely struggled with. It wasn’t the late nights or all the diaper changes. I could handle messes and the tantrums. 

The hardest part for me was that I felt… stuck. 

I loved the nap time snuggles, the chubby hands in mine, and the shadow that followed everywhere I went. But still I felt untapped, like I needed to be doing more, contributing to life in a meaningful way. 

I told myself “this IS meaningful work!” and “seasons change.” But there were so many hard days. 

Time went on, kids grew and our seasons changed. And motherhood has never been so meaningful and fulfilling as it is now. 

I love watching my kids struggle and then succeed. I love talking through the good days of school and love when they need a hug after the bad. Teaching and walking them through first experiences brings me pride and joy I can’t explain. 

All those hard days were worth it. 

I don’t know if motherhood was meant to be enjoyed everyday or in every season. But I can tell you the hard days of being a mom have made the good days that much sweeter and that much more fulfilling. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I hope you are finding joy and fulfillment in every season of motherhood. But if you aren’t right now, I promise it will come. 

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When you see a handsome cowboy in a pair of chaps, When you see a handsome cowboy in a pair of chaps, did you ever wonder why he’s wearing them? Yes, because they look dang cool but there’s a few other reasons. 

Here’s why I throw on mine:
1. Chaps help keep me warm on those cool days. That extra layer is just enough to keep the chill from getting to me. 

2. Leather chaps are (mostly) waterproof and help the rain off. Of course, if there’s a ton of rain it will seep through but, let’s be honest, I’d be happy for the problem. 

3. When you kneel in the dirt over and over, maybe even in a little poop or blood, chaps help keep you jeans a little cleaner. 

4. Chaps keep my pants from a little less wear and tear, especially when I’m ripping. The first place my jeans wear out of I don’t wear chaps is in the place my rope slides across my leg. 

And, yes, I do think they look cool and I really want to look like a REAL cowgirl so chaps are a bit of a fashion statement 😉🤣. 

Chinks, wooleys, shotgun chaps… ALL the kind of chaps 🥰

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It’s my birthday today… so indulge me a moment. It’s my birthday today… so indulge me a moment. 

I LOVE my birthday!  Not in a get-me-lots-of-gifts-and-make-it-all-about me kind of way. I just love celebrating another year of living.

Over the last year I have made so many memories. I have made new connections and enriched old ones. There have been hard learned lessons I never want to go through again but wouldn’t trade them for anything. I love being a wife and mom but also being a coach, a leader, and a rancher. I love having pretty nails but also building strong muscles. 

I love all of this life I get to live!

And I hope you do too. 

From one hopeful, happy, struggling, anxiety ridden cowgirl to another and everyone else out there- work every day to build a life that is meaningful to you. And then celebrate it!

PS- no need for birthday wishes here, I’m not here looking for them, just sharing my heart.
“I just want to make my mark.” (Please tell me you “I just want to make my mark.” (Please tell me you are “How to Train Your Dragon” fans with us!)

And depending on how the day goes…
we either do just that…

or make a few marks in all the wrong places.

Branding season keeps you humble 😅

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The thing about this kind of work is—it takes a te The thing about this kind of work is—it takes a team.

There are no tryouts. No cuts. But you better believe there are expectations.

They’re not measured in stats or accomplishments. More like attitude, work ethic, and whether you show up when it matters.

Our team has kids and experience alike.
It has energy and wisdom.
Cowboys and cowgirls.
Boots on the ground and boots working behind the scenes.

The lineup changes from time to time… but I’d say we’ve got a pretty solid crew.

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#cowboylife
He probably hasn’t roped this few of calves in the He probably hasn’t roped this few of calves in the branding pen in years. Not because he isn’t out there working, but because he is giving others the chance. 

He points out pairs for me, our son, our other son, or even his cousin to chase and rope. 

At the end of the day his pride isn’t in the number he drug in, the fancy loops he threw or how many minutes he spent spinning his rope. 

Success for him was when someone he helped strung up two heels instead of him. 

He’s one of the good ones. 

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Rocky Mountain Oysters… The delicacy of branding Rocky Mountain Oysters… 

The delicacy of branding day that no one partakes in, usually. 

There’s always a few castrated bits grilling on the top of the branding box and, I’ll admit that they smell delicious. In order to feel like a true cowgirl, I once indulged and it wasn’t bad. But I just can’t really wrap my brain around eating more than just a taste. 

Tell me, would eat them? Have you? I want to know!

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I’m playing catchup on the website but photos from I’m playing catchup on the website but photos from branding over the last weekend have started dropping! 

Let’s just say keeping up with the actual work, the laundry it makes, feeding my people after, and chasing the other activities makes editing and posting photos challenging sometimes 🤪🤣. 

Stay tuned to TheIdahoRanchersWife.com this week for daily photo drops. You won’t want to miss anything from the ropers dragging calves in to the kids adding a little extra chaos. 
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What a crew! This posse willingly signed up for th What a crew! This posse willingly signed up for the cold, dust, wind, bruises and hard work all for a chance to rope and a full belly. 

If we would have told them there was 100 more they would have happily gotten back to work. In this day and age are, that kind of attitude feels a little rare. 

We would never be able to do this work without them. And the best part is that these friends make it feel more like play than work. 

Peterson Place 2026 branding in the books. Thank you, to everyone that saddled up, dished up, and chatted it up.  See you next year!

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Dust? What dust? 🤣 If there is one thing you can Dust? What dust? 🤣

If there is one thing you can guarantee out here on the range is plenty of dust. We keep praying for rain and have had little bits here and there, but not really much to amount to. 

Until the rains come we will keep doing our work the best we know how, which will mean eating a little more dust. 

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#marriedtoarancher
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