The Idaho Rancher's Wife

The Ranch From the Wife's Perspective

Gotta Hurry Home!

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The association cowboys gathered up the forest cows to move to the next of their summer pasture early Saturday morning.  It was a beautiful morning for a ride.

A bike ride that is. 

I too headed out on the road, thinking that these cowboys were pushing the herd back across all of the fields instead of down the lovely paved highway that I had chosen to peddle my bike down. 

As I just about to turn around I got a call from The Rancher.  He casually asked what I was doing and where I was.  I responded that I riding my bike down the road.  Why?  Well, they were heading down the road with the cows, were almost to the house and if I didn’t hurry I was going to get caught in the midst of them. 

I should get a medal for how fast I turned that bike around and peddled back to the house.  Just as rolled into my driveway the first of the cows came across.  Phew… I made it. 

And just in time for pictures too!

I quickly changed out of my stinky exercise clothes and into my stinky cowgirl clothes, loaded up The Rancher’s Sidekick and The Ranch Princess to follow the cow trail.  Its kinda hard to miss… they leave digested bread crumbs along the way.  Another good reason to not be riding down the road with the cows.  

Putting up the Grain

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Remember this spring when I posted pictures of the newly sprouting grain?  Well it has sprouted, grown, been swathed, raked, and baled.  I was super lucky to get a few snaps before it all ended up in the stack yard. 

There is something about men that when you say, “Tell me when you are going to ____ (fill the blank with whatever) let me know so that I can take some pictures.”  that it totally escapes them.  Cowboy Pete had just started swathing the last field when The Rancher called to say that if I wanted to get any picture it had to be NOW.  But I must admit, I am grateful that he called.  I really should give him a break because coming out to take pictures is a new thing this year.  And I know that when there is a job to get done the work must go on, even if the picture taker isn’t ready.  

Sadly, I didn’t get any of the baling… Yep we missed that…  You will have to look forward to it next year.

Here is the grain, just sprouting.
And here it is again as it is being cut down.

 This is a crazy photo but I was trying to show just how tall it had grown.  But several factors kept it from turning out how I would have liked.  And it was too tall to get all of it if I took the shot from the ground like a did for the springtime picture. 

Cowboys Pete and E

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One fine day I found these cowboys down at the arena messing horsing around (ha ha ha! Ok, I know its not funny…).  They had loaded up the roping steers, put on the horn wraps, and rigged the shoot to open with some baling twine.  A few friends had come over so naturally the crew had made their way to the arena.

I was really supposed to something domestic like dusting, laundry, dinner…  But I didn’t want to so I meandered down there to take some pictures.

Now remember that I am not a photographer so these aren’t the best, but they do show what a fun time they had and what a good group of kids they are. 

PS- if anyone out knows how to take a STELLAR picture of cowboys roping I would love to learn.  They are just so fast that I can’t keep them in focus…

 Cowboy E decided that these were more than just roping steers.  Oh no, they are more like multi-purpose steers and that maybe he should bulldog one of them.  Sadly we don’t have a bull doggin’ horse so instead of bailing off the horse he grabs a hold of the steer as it is coming out of the chute.  That starts him with a disadvantage, don’t you think?  Regardless of who is winning he still looks like he is in control for this picture.  Do you think that he flipped the steer?  You will have to ask him!

 Cowboy Pete tried for the steer wrestling too.  His turn didn’t end too swell…  But at least his faithful pup is there to console him.  (Just so you know, everything is OK- no serious injuries… we think)

The girls opted for using this multi-purpose steer for… I don’t know.. a trick steer?  a bucking steer?  I’m not really sure, but at least they are cute doing it!

What’s a Rancher Without His Cow Dog?

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Have you stopped to think about that question?  Any good rancher has at least one cow dog, but more like three or four.  And usually those dogs are good enough to move the cows without any help.  Well that might be over stating it, but we rarely work cows without The Rancher’s Dog.  Even when we are working them through the squeeze chute it is the dog’s responsibility to move the cows along.

Quick side story*
When we were in college The Rancher’s Dog took a spill out of the back of the truck and broke both of his back legs.  We weren’t sure what to do but when I looked at The Rancher I knew that we were NOT putting this dog down.  We began by splinting it but that didn’t keep the bones aligned well enough.  The options were to either do surgery and pin it or surgery and amputate it.  We opted for the pin.  He seems to do well.  Occaisonally we see a little limp and I’m afraid he will end up with arthritis but I don’t think we really could have seen that dog go.  That day was the nearest I have ever seen The Rancher cry.

But on a happier note, he is alive with all of his legs and is a master cow chaser.  When we were moving cows to Badger Hole the heifers were really on the fight.  I didn’t get a great picture of the dogs getting the cows but some other fun ones.

A Little Bit of Beauty

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Its not very often that I brag up the beauty of this little valley, and maybe I should.  I don’t really give it all of the credit that it deserves.

Yes we live in the desert- at least I would consider this desert.  It is SO dry, even on a good rain year.  If I had a penny for every sage brush I would be rich there are so many. 

And oh my goodness the dust.  I have a years supply of Q tips that The Rancher cleans out in about 3 months. 

There are no streams or rivers.  Ok, there is a streamlet (you know, a baby stream) that runs through the ranch, but that is really all of the fresh water around.

To find trees you have to go deep in the hills to find a few stands.  The Rancher considers the REALLY BIG sagebrush to be trees but I want one that you can climb, build a tree house and take a nap under.  Sadly, we don’t have any.

Have I convinced you that this is a desert and that most of the things that makes a valley beautiful are lacking? 

But here and there I do find little bits of beauty, and I might appreciate them more because of the rugged surrounds it has.  The colors of the wild flowers seem so much more alive when they are cast against the monochromatic hills.  And the deep color of the sunsets takes your breath away.  The green of the meadows is so captivating that the distant hills seem to escape from view. 

Maybe beauty really is in the eye of the beholder and The Rancher’s Wife is finally seeing a little more clearly.

Badger Hole Day 2

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Your anticipation is at its max, isn’t it?  I told there were two days of Badger Hole and that meant two days of pictures… So where is day two?!

Right here!

This ride I actually got to ride- like on a horse.  And completely KID FREE!  The guys where heading out at 6:30 in the am so I knew this would be my chance to go and leave my children with grandma.  Everyone was happy about that, right?

I have to admit that I didn’t take all of the pictures that I wanted.  First I was just nervous to pull the camera out on the horse.  What if I dropped it?!  Then I was afraid that just as soon as I pulled it out I would need to actually do some real work and chase a cow or two.  I mean, I was here to help so I had better pull my weight.  And I will confess that I am so afraid of The Rancher or any of the guys rolling their eyes at me for pulling it out.

But I did get some and it was so fun!  And I am thinking that The Rancher had better take me out again.  Soon.

Badger Hole Day 1

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The heifers were ready to move out of their spring pasture and up to Badger Hole.  The ranching men decided to make this a two day thing, which means two days of pictures for me.  The first day they moved them down the highway and over to a corral to hold them for the night.  The Little Cowgirl helped me follow in the truck while The Sidekick rode the motorbike with The Rancher (who is so much cooler than riding with mom in the truck of course).

First Crop

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We are full swing into our first crop of haying this summer.  And the way that summers go it means that everything else is coinciding with it.

Rancher Sr was able to take a few days for a camping trip with his family (which meant that Cowboys Pete and E were gone).  And The Rancher had church responsibilities to tend to a few nights.  But the ever faithful Rancher’s Wife was here!  Actually I did get a chance to help out.  The Little Cowgirl and I got to rake(!) while The Rancher moved water and The Boss was in the swather. 

(The Rancher has heard it SO many times, but don’t you think that it is AWESOME that he married a wife that not only knows how to drive a tractor and rake but also LOVES to do it!)

I have yet to get out to get pictures of the swather…  Sorry… I know you are really disappointed.  And I don’t have any picture of raking because I was the one doing the raking!  And… The Rancher bales REALLY early in the morning (like 5 am!) or in the dark when I can’t get a picture so none with the baler…

But I do have some pictures of hauling them out!

The Rancher is loading up trusty 913- the semi.

 The Sidekick is giving me two thumbs up for getting to help The Rancher in the semi

Random: I was thinking that Case should really pay me big bucks for all the advertising I do!

Loading the last bales

The loyal trio- The Sidekick, The Rancher’s Dog, and The Rancher

When the Cowboys are Gone…

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What would you guess would happen when all of the cowboys are gone?

Did you say the horses would get out?  And some bulls?  Oh you are so right!

The Rancher is busy hauling cows  (its one of the other things we do).  Rancher Sr. is out shuffling cows around the spring/summer pasture.  Of course he took along all other available help- The Ranch Boss (The Rancher’s grandpa)  and Cowboy E (The Rancher’s brother).  Cowboy Pete (the other brother that is still home) is at State Rodeo (sending positive mental thoughts right now) with his momma.

Its me. And my sleeping.  Oh wait, I did have The Rancher’s dog…

But have no fear, the trusty-as-ever Rancher’s Wife got them. Alone.

More Rancher-Wife-Stripes for me! 

Twitterpated Part III: Turn out the Bulls

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So we have talked about the major prep for AI and we have talked about the day we AI.  Shall we continue?

We have been focusing on the heifers mostly (because that’s how our breeding season starts) but now we will focus on ALL the momma cows.

The last step is fairly simple- we turn out the bulls.  Load ’em up, haul ’em out, turn ’em loose…  but I guess there is a little more than that.

Before we can turn out the bulls they have to go through a series of inspections.  We want to know that their semen is good (I mean what is the point of a bull that shoots blanks, right?).  They also need to be trich (said like “trick”… its an abbreviation of some long bacteria name…) tested.  This is SUPER important because they can spread this to cows, who can in turn spread it to other bulls which equals BIG PROBLEMS.  So we test them…

The final inspection is done by the ranchers of the cattle association we run with.  Everyone must turn out bulls and every one’s bulls need to meat the expectations of the other ranchers.  Its only fair, right?  If our bulls breed their cows it had better be with a bull they like.  And vice versa.

So when the bulls are all approved then it is time to load ’em up, haul ’em out, turn ’em loose!

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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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