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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.

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.

BLM Branding Day: New Ground, Same Work

April 21, 2026 by admin Leave a Comment

Every Saturday of April is scheduled for our BLM association branding… for the rest of our lives. Haha! It takes that many goes to get all the calves on the ground, mothered up, and drug in to get the herd branded with the right outfit.

This year had a little different look to it, though. Because of the poorer range feed this year, we split the herd differently across the winter/spring ranges. It gives a little different look this year with new places to gather and circle up to get the job done.

The day brought a little rain, a little wind, and a lot of roping. The scenery may have been a little different, but the work is still the same.

Back at the Ranch: Lookout Livestock Branding Day

April 20, 2026 by admin Leave a Comment

Most branding days we’re up early and headed out for a long drive to wherever the cows are running on the desert range. But once a year, we get to stay a little closer to home—saddling up and heading straight out the gate for Lookout Livestock branding day.

This herd is relatively new to us. About seven years ago, a neighbor approached us about buying him out, and knowing opportunities like that don’t come around often, we jumped at the chance to expand right here close to home. We decided to keep things separate from our other herd, forming a new operation with its own name and brand.

Even though we’ve only been running these cows a few short years, it didn’t take long for things to fall into place, including the annual branding. We have great help, great food, which lends to a great time!

More Than One Right Way

February 10, 2026 by Allison

Lessons in humility, experience, and learning to mind our own operations.

I never thought I would say this, but I believe I’ve found a downside to teaching our five-year-old the ins and outs of ranching. With all his newfound knowledge, my little rancher is suddenly convinced he knows everything there is to know — and he’s more than happy to tell you all about it.

It’s adorable when he narrates his toy setup in his bedroom. It’s even endearing watching him work alongside his dad, small as he is, doing his best to keep up. But the cuteness wears thin when he’s ready to explain to everyone else how it should be done.

Living out in ranch country means we spend plenty of miles on the road, often passing someone else’s operation. And almost without fail, a commentary begins from the back seat.

“That pivot shouldn’t be off.”

“Why are those cows still there?”

I have to suppress a smile at the certainty behind such strong opinions coming from such a small person. But at the same time, it’s hard not to notice how familiar it sounds. Apparently, confidence comes early — experience follows later.

And unfortunately, this isn’t unique to my five-year-old.

It seems far too easy to jump to conclusions about how someone else runs their operation — when they irrigate, how they feed, when they move cattle, or why something looks different than we expect. Somewhere along the way, observation turns into judgment, even when we don’t have the full picture.

They say there’s more than one way to skin a cat. I’m here to say there’s more than one way to ranch.

Take haying, for example. Round bales versus square bales — one must be better than the other, right? Except both serve a purpose. Round bales can be put up sooner with a little more moisture, and net wrap protects them well in the stack. Square bales, on the other hand, shine when it comes to hauling and efficiency. One isn’t right and the other wrong. It depends on the operation.

Branding season brings its own debates. Calf tables versus roping and dragging. For us, range brandings and skilled cowboys make roping the clear choice. But for operations with fewer hands or closer corrals, a calf table might be exactly what makes sense. Different circumstances call for different tools.

Even moving cows can stir strong opinions — horses versus four-wheelers. There are cows to move either way, and as long as they get moved, the job is getting done. Though if I’m honest, if there’s a chance to saddle a horse instead of turning a key, I’ll take it every time.

Calving systems, feeding programs, grazing rotations — every ranch is a balance of land, livestock, labor, and goals. What works beautifully for one may be completely impractical for another.

The trouble comes when we forget that.

When it’s time to make decisions for an operation, there are a few things that matter more than outside opinion. First, knowing your goals — what you’re actually trying to accomplish. Second, knowing what your operation has to offer — the land, the resources, the skills, and the help available. Systems that align with both will always make the most sense.

From there, you can try new things. Not because your neighbor is doing them. Not because they’re trendy. But because they might help you do your job better.

And sometimes, they won’t.

That’s part of it too.

The older I get, the more I realize that experience has a way of softening certainty. Confidence earned through repetition looks different than confidence born from assumption. One listens more. One asks better questions.

My five-year-old will figure that out in time.

Until then, I’ll keep listening to his opinions from the back seat, smiling to myself, and reminding us both that ranching — like most things worth doing — isn’t about finding the one right way.

It’s about finding your way, being open to learning, and leaving room for the possibility that someone else might be doing it differently — and doing it just fine.

How to Declutter a Rancher (Yes, It’s Possible)

January 27, 2026 by Allison

A practical, good-humored guide to sorting hats, gloves, boots, and everything in between.

No one has written a chapter on how to declutter a rancher. Until now.

Everywhere you look, someone is taking on new habits, breaking old ones, or reorganizing their life. I’ll admit — my curiosity often gets the better of me. I scroll through the upgraded life hacks, improved menus, and color-coded cleaning schedules. Occasionally, I try one. Every now and then, an idea sticks.

But in all my years of perusing cleaning, organizing, and decluttering guides, I’ve never once seen a category dedicated to ranchers. Either no guru has had a rancher in their life long enough to see the need, or they simply weren’t brave enough to take it on. So today, we begin.

The easiest place to start is the hat collection. Every fertilizer rep, banker, nutrition consultant, tractor dealer, feed clerk, and veterinarian has likely contributed at least one. Despite what they may tell you, they don’t need every hat — and they don’t even like all of them.

Some have given everything they have to give. Others were never chosen in the first place. Keep a handful of clean ones for town, rotate a few for work, and let the rest move on.

Once the ball is rolling, turn your attention to gloves. You will hear arguments:

“That one’s still good — its mate just wore out.”

“It only has a small seam popped.”

“That’s my backup pair to my backup pair.”

I understand the logic. Winter gloves, summer gloves — all makes sense. But when there are extra pairs stacked in the corner and seven left-handed gloves for only two right-handed ones, it’s time to intervene.

Boots follow the same rule. Town boots, work boots, riding boots, long-day boots — all fine. But the pair that was replaced three times ago? Let it go. Don’t waver. The chaos they create sitting in the way, tripping people left and right, just isn’t worth it.

Before leaving the mudroom, tackle coats, sweaters, vests, and scarves. Ranchers are loyal to old favorites, but even loyalty has limits.

Closets are next. They make do with the old while still chasing something new. Keep what fits, toss what’s torn, stained, or beyond repair. If there are still too many, have your rancher try them on. There may be whining. Stay strong.

Work pants follow one rule: never mend a patch you’ve already mended. If they’re worn enough to need fixing again, they’ve done their duty.

Once the wardrobe is tamed, gather wire bits, fencing clips, loose tags, and miscellaneous tools that migrated indoors. Send them back outside. They may not end up where they truly belong, but they are no longer in the house — and that’s a win.

Next come the less obvious collections. Bathrooms often house too many bull sale catalogs and ranching magazines. If they haven’t been read yet, they likely won’t be. While you’re at it, clear out outdated vaccines and medicines in the fridge and pantry. Lunch boxes, coolers, water bottles, and ice packs deserve the same reckoning. Even if you never acquire another, you already have plenty.

One final thought: ranchers are excellent at sorting. They do it every day. You just might need to change the setting. If they can call out “by” or “in” while culling cattle, they can manage the same system indoors.

If you’re successful inside, the garage might be next. Broken tools, old truck parts, abandoned projects — all can go. More sensitive items, like worn-out tack or retired hot shots, may take longer.

In full transparency, I have a rancher who could use a real dose of decluttering. There are too many good hats, gloves with a little life left, favorite shirts, magazines worth skimming again, and tools that just need “a little attention.”

This piece is largely theory and wishful thinking, not a record of triumph.

But if you try it — even just taming the hats and gloves — the house feels lighter, and the rancher…well, they keep riding on.

Doing Scary Things- Ranch Wife Style

February 18, 2025 by admin

The comfort zone- a place of ease, perceived control, and little stress.  Let’s be honest, we all want to operate inside our comfort zone where we can keep anxiety at bay, feel confident, and know what we are doing.  We fear failure so we ensure success by only doing those things we have already done.  But experience teaches that the most growth and learning happens when we step outside that comfort zone.  Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Do something everyday that scares you. These small things that make us uncomfortable help us build courage to do the work we do.”  

Life on the ranch tends to give us all plenty of moments outside our comfort zone that we can either embrace and learn through or shy away from and stay stagnant.  I’ll admit that embracing those moments feels especially hard when my failures are out on display for so many others to see.  It’s ok for my growing children to learn from failure, but as a grown adult, I too often feel like I should just know, well… everything.

Just last week I took the opportunity to do something new and outside my comfort zone.  For some, this might seem like a simple daily chore but for me, it was a whole new experience- feeding cows solo.  Now I go out and help feed often, sometimes daily.  I know the routine, what to feed, how much, but I’ve always been the crew that opens the gates, cuts the net wrap off and such.  

What I haven’t ever done is be the guy in the tractor behind the wheel.  If we had to choose between my very capable husband and myself in the seat, we choose him because we want to get the job done and move on.  And, really, why should I do it when he is there?

Eventually the day rolled around when all of the usual feeding crew were gone.  The roping that was supposed to get done with plenty of time for the ranchers to get home and feed, went long, lending to one of two possibilities.  Either they would have to feed late after getting home or I could jump in and try to do it myself.  I pulled on my big girl coveralls and jumped in the tractor seat, sure that I could feed three bales of hay without disaster striking.

There were a few things I knew I had on my side as I set out- first I had the basics of tractor mechanics down so that I could drive faster than at a snail pace and move the loader in all the necessary directions.  Second, if I had questions, FaceTime put me just one phone call away from help.  And third, cows don’t care how pretty the feeding is, they just want the hay out.

Getting to the stackyard I found the right hay, and through a little trial and error, managed to get a bale on the forks and grab one with the three point bale squeeze on the back.  It wasn’t as smooth and easy as when the guys do it, but I was doing it.  I headed up the hill to the hungry heifers, planning in my mind how I was going to go about feeding.  I would set the first bale down, cut the wrap off, tip it over, send it rolling down the hill and that would keep the cows out of the way while I put the other two in bale feeders around the pasture.  Easy enough.

Everything started off according to plan until it was time to send that bale rolling down the hill.  What seemed like a simple little push with the forks was hardly so and because it was taking longer than usual, the cows were now starting to get in the way.  To complicate things even more, it was suddenly dark outside.

I was definitely outside my comfort zone, but also so in the thick of what I was doing that there was no quitting.

Scooping up the bale I had intended to roll down the hill, I put it in the first feeder and opted to try again with the second bale, learning from my earlier mistakes.  It took a little trial and error but bale number two was finally rolled out and the cows were content to leave me alone while I fed the last bale.

Heading to the feeder, I saw that it was on a hill and while I might be in a tractor, I had better be smart about how I went about getting there.  Between the snow and mud, the hill was slick and in that moment, a distinct memory of a teenage girl failing to turn a tractor up a muddy hill came rushing back to me.

Putting the tractor in the low, snail pace gear, I carefully headed down the hill, making sure I had a clear plan out of there after dropping my load.  All seemed well as I made my way to the feeder until I stopped the tractor to pull off the net wrap and noticed the tractor continued to slide.  I quickly turned the wheels and that was enough to keep it still.  I knew I could dump the bale but I wasn’t sure how I would get out of my predicament once I straightened out again.

Four wheel drive.  That was the solution.  I really should have thought of that before heading down the slippery hill but at least I was thinking of it now.  The only problem was that of the millions of buttons, levers and switches, I had no idea which to toggle.  And I was sure that the wrong one would probably make the whole tractor implode.

Mustering the courage to make that phone call that admitted a bit of failure, I called my husband and asked for help.  Without laughing at my mistakes or making me feel even more dumb than I already felt, my rancher easily helped me get out of my sticky situation.  I dropped the last bale, skirted around the feeder, and headed for home quite proud of what I had finally accomplished that night.

For some, this was a simple chore, something they could probably do with their eyes closed, although I don’t recommend it.   They made it seem easy but as I went through the very steps they did, it seemed so complicated and almost dauntin.  I hope you chuckle about this little ranch wife willing to help even when the job is outside her comfort zone.  But more importantly I hope you learn a few lessons from her.

Learn that you can accomplish far more than you think you can.  You just have to try.  New things are hard and scary- they are supposed to be!  But, trying, jumping in with both feet is the only way to grow.  Learn that people are here to help you.  Asking for help isn’t admitting failure, even though it feels like it.  Learn that the only real confidence in life comes from conquering those moments of fear, big or small.  I might not be on the “A team” when it comes to the feeding crew, but if the job needs doing, I know I can do it.  Next time, I just might have to start a little earlier and find the four wheel drive a little sooner.

Just Bad Luck Days on the Ranch

June 25, 2023 by admin

“If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all!”  There might not be a truer phrase for a rancher to admit to than that.  Some days it feels like all the stars have to align for the work to get done without any hitches, hiccups, or holdups.  Whether it is Mother Nature the parts man or ornery old boss cow, someone, somewhere is cooking up a disaster to derail even the best laid plans.  You can always count on the fact that in the middle of the cattle work, farm work, machinery fixing, fence fixing or anything else on the never end to-do list, something, without fail, will go wrong.  And while I don’t have any research data to back me up, I’m pretty sure that the probability and the size of such a disaster goes up exponentially when its a high stakes situation, and goes up even more so when there is zero time for a breakdown and a do-over.

Okay, yes that may be an overdramatization, but you have to admit that there are days when things, not only don’t go right, but seem to go especially bad.  It’s those sort of days you might have to concede the victory to fate, turn in early so nothing else can go wrong and laugh at the day to keep from crying.  Looking back, we have had our fair share of bad luck days, some we can laugh at now… some that we still need a little more time.  

This last winter felt like one stroke of bad luck after another.  I mean, to begin with, it had to be bad luck that after years of drought and praying for moisture, it all comes pouring down in one, unending winter.  Of course, we never look a gift horse in the mouth, but if I could have been in charge of the timing of said moisture, it certainly wouldn’t have come in a near record breaking winter fashion.  

In a season where we really needed all the things to go right, I swear everything would go wrong, especially on the days when we were far from home and help.  We put one fire out after another (not literally fires, but that surely would have warmed things up while we were freezing our fingers off).  If it wasn’t the tractor door shattering (on a rented tractor, no less) to keep the work from being done, it was the blown hydraulic hose on the back.  If it wasn’t the flat tire on the backhoe that kept us from feeding, it was the massive sinkhole that swallowed the newly fixed tractor.  Not only did the gator break down but the snowmobile wouldn’t start either.  You’ve heard of the hand Midas that turns everything that it touched to gold?  We had the exact opposite.  We touched it and it died, quit, or broke.

Sometimes it isn’t the hand that is cursed, it’s just the machine that refuses to stay in running condition. Our problem child of a pivot is simply dubbed “the old pivot” although it might be more accurate to call it the-leaky-run-down-dilapidated-old-pivot.  As soon as one hole is plugged or fixed, a new pinhole starts gushing.  Aside from its leaky bits, there are computer problems and electrical problems.  You might say that running an old pivot just signs you up for breakdowns, but I think this pivot runs at a higher level of breakdowns.  If we have any luck this year, it’s getting that old thing replaced… hope I didn’t just jinx it!

We might just make our own bad luck for the number of times we say things like “we are all caught up with the shop work” or “all the cows are settled.”  It’s like those darn cows know when we breathe a sigh of relief and work to stir things up.  If I had a dollar for everytime we think the cows are settled and then get a phone call that says the cows are out, we could pay someone else to keep them in.  They are masters at finding the down wires, gates left open or just barging their way through.  And with the sort of luck we run, we get those cows back in but can’t find the hole they are crawling through, so they just keep getting out.

Mother Nature especially likes to throw a wrench in our carefully planned out days.  Despite knowing the old adage that you bale hay while the sun shines, it always seems we get into the wrong project for the weather.  We meticulously check the forecast, make plans to best fit the conditions of the day, only to find the weatherman was wrong once again.  It’s spraying weeds or cutting hay because it’s sunny for days on end to only have thunderstorms suddenly come in, day after day.  Or planting fields just before the predicted storms never roll through.  We move cows or plan to brand, sure it’s supposed to be a nice, sunny day, only to be caught in Idaho’s blustery wind, something we should learn to count on anyway.

 Oh the luck of a rancher.  It seems the ball never bounces our way.  But truth be told, we are far luckier than we deserve with the great industry we have to be a part of.  We have the great fortune of working the land, having the satisfaction of working as a family, and doing a work we love.  There may be moments, some days more than others, that it feels like we have nothing but bad luck.  But I will take these bad luck days on the ranch over any other day.  Who needs luck when we live a life so blessed.

A Strong Ranch Kid Immune System, Brought to You by Dirt

November 28, 2022 by Allison

The weather has turned colder and one of the unfortunate downsides of everyone congregating inside is that we pass our germs around much faster. We look for sorts of remedies and quick fixes because being down and out with sickness is no fun. It’s not a quick fix, but ranch life has it’s own way to help keep colds at bay.

Wanna hear about it? Simply put, we just get down and dirty.

In a lot of ways, it’s hard to believe all those folks that say that ranch raised kids have stronger and healthier immune systems than their counterparts that live in the city.  Someone might argue that just the opposite should be true, that all that exposure should lead to all sorts of illnesses and infections.  But years of first hand evidence, plus a lot of official scientific research can’t be disputed.  Kids raised in the country with animals, pollen filled air and a little extra dirt under their nails have been found to have a lower occurrence of asthma, allergies, seasonal colds and many other illnesses. 

Like any good mom, I try to keep my kids clean, wash their hands and faces and lease once in a while.  But now that I think of it, letting the dirt go a little longer isn’t such a bad thing.  In fact, I’m doing them a favor, right?  

There’s too many ways to count how ranch kids keep boosting their immune systems so let me just give you a snapshot look at some ways ranch raised kids are working on having those strong immune systems.

There is no one more defenseless and appealing for a dog to steal a lick from than that ranch kid that just isn’t eating his ice cream fast enough.  The family pup is only trying to help and keep it from melting too fast or making such a big mess.   On top of that, man’s best friend will share a few germs to help him have a good, strong immune system.  Just don’t think what that cow dog was last licking on before he went for the sticky cheeks.

Along with the weekly water check, the range salt has to be checked and the kids are always willing to be on that.  Not only do they check to see if there are salt blocks out but they check to make sure that they are indeed, still salty.  There is only one way to check that and that is by taking a big ol’ lick.  Of course there is no thought as to what last licked the salt block or anything else that might have come across it.  Nope, just a big, salty lick and a good dose of germs to keep that immune system running at peak performance.

Moms are always concerned that they give their kids enough vitamins, but ranch moms never have to worry so long as the kids keep tasting the mineral supplements they put out for the herd.  A lick here and there is a double wamy- vitamin boosts and immunity support. 

If there is one thing a ranch kid will never run short of, it is dirt.  Ranch kids are some sort of magnet for dirt.  The instant they see it, they are all over it, or rather, it is all over them. It’s in their hair, on their cheeks, in their boots, all over their hands… it’s everywhere.  And it’s a pretty safe bet that ranch dirt isn’t straight dirt but probably has its fair share of other run things… like poop in it.  Nothings better than poopy dirt all over a ranch kid to boost her immune system.  

A smart ranch mom will always make sure that there are plenty of snacks packed for any outing.  The fun part of having snacks with a ranch kid is that they will usually come with a side of dirt.  With so much dirt around, what’s the big deal of having a little with the fruit snacks or crackers.  Just brush it off, it will be fine, or helpful for the ol’ immune system if nothing else.

There comes a point in a ranch kid’s life that they can’t help but lick EVERYTHING. IN. SIGHT.  It’s like some terrible right of passage.  They put their mouths on the gate, on the 4 wheeler, on all the tools… and if they survive it all, they will never get anything more than a sniffle during the cold season for the rest of their lives.

At home they might wash their hands before dinnertime, but out on the range, there isn’t a kitchen sink to get the job done.  So dirty hands and peanut butter and jelly sandwich just happen.  Dirt, grease, mud, poop and a whole host of other things will be all over their hands but it’s all good.  Dad is right, a little dirt builds character or at least builds strong immune systems.

When a kid gets thirsty, there is no stopping him from drinking out of the nearest water hole.  If it’s clean enough for the animals, it has to be clean enough for the kids, right?  Who cares if it’s an old wheel line pipe or rusty trough?  I’m sure the giardia is only temporary and that his immune system will come back stronger than ever.

If kids are a magnet for dirt, it is only multiplied when there is a little water added and that dirt turns to mud.  Whether it is a muddy puddle from the night’s rainstorm, the muddy ditch bank or a little mud from the sprinkler, you know it is calling their name and they can’t resist.  Sure it’s a big mess, but it’s also some good immune system therapy. 

Every ranch has its handfuls of fun critters little ranch boys and girls can’t help but pet.  From the dog to the chickens to the horses to the barn cats to the bottle calves, those little ranch hands are all over those many legged friends.  Washing hands after such fun is low on the priority list for busy kids that are already onto the next thing.  No worries, they are just multitasking- growing strong immune systems as they play all day.

It can be a real laugh when you think all the germs ranch kids come across, day in and day out as they play.  We might cringe to think about it all, but those dirty hands and faces are keeping them healthy in the long run.  And there’s a lot to be said about a dirty faced, happy and healthy ranch kid.

A Heartfelt Thanks to a Rancher

November 21, 2022 by admin

Thanksgiving week is often the pinnacle point of heartfelt gratitude.  The holiday helps us to slow down and take time to see all of the goodness in our lives.  We give thanks for the families around us, the homes and careers we have, the opportunities for growing and learning and the many luxuries we have that we surely take for granted.  

High on that list of thanks should be the farmers and ranchers that help feed families around the world.  This may seem like an obvious choice but I wonder how many people actually realize that without the backbreaking work of the agriculture industry, their thanksgiving would look very different.

From the turkey at the center of the thanksgiving table to the stuffing and corn and mashed potatoes and even the sweet potato souffle, it all began in someone’s field.  Those tasty rolls began as a small wheat seed that was cultivated, harvested, milled and prepared into the flour you used to make great-grandma’s best ever roll recipe.  That sweet whipped cream started at the dairy and made its way to the shelves for you to whip up for a tasty pie garnish.  That beautiful garden salad is brought to you by the row crop farmers tending their lettuce, carrot and onion fields, just to start.     

There isn’t a single bit of Thanksgiving dinner you could have without the management and stewardship of farmers and ranchers. No, I take that back.  In this day and age there are plenty of synthetic food alternatives and imitations that you could choose from.  But synthetic foods only imitating the real flavor of a savory plate of meat and potatoes could never compare to the real thing.

Besides thanking farmers and ranchers for the foods you get to enjoy, not only on Thanksgiving day, but every day, we owe them a thanks because without them, there is so much of life we wouldn’t enjoy.  Imagine if you can, a world without large operations growing masses of food products to sell around the world.  Imagine what life would be like if you were responsible to grow and provide all of the food that you and your family would eat.

Tending to animals and crops, harvesting the meats and vegetables, processing the farm products into kitchen ready goods would be all consuming.  Think back to our pioneer ancestors and the time they gave to butcher their own animals, church their butter and grind their wheat.  If we were completely dependent on providing all our own foods we would either have very little or spend all our time growing it.

With advancements in technology came great improvements in agriculture that allowed farmers and ranchers the capacity to take on more crops and more acreage to feed more families than just their own.  As people could purchase foods, it in turn allowed them to use their time and energy in other ways.  People could follow their dreams and new ideas, whether it was an exciting career, traveling adventures or enjoying the arts.

Today we have celebrities, stars and popular figures that do very little to provide for themselves, but rather spend all their time entertaining us.  Around the world are presidents, leaders and dignitaries that work to make our countries safer to raise our families.  Our children have chances to learn more things in more ways than our forefathers could have ever dreamed of.  And all of these opportunities and more are afforded to us because we have an agriculture industry that takes on the responsibility to feed the world.

This week as you count your blessings and all the good you have, remember that so much of it comes from the good men and women that labor in fields across the world.  They deserve your thanks in so many ways.

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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/

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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!⬇️ 
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#whatsyourfavorite 
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#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. 

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#dustfordays 
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#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. 🥹

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#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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#cattle 
#breedingseason 
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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. 

#lifeonacattleranch #marriedtoarancher #ranchlife #brandingseason #cowboylife
😂 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!

#lifeonacattleranch 
#marriedtoarancher 
#cowboystyle 
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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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#didyouknow 
#cowsandcalves 
#lifeonacattleranch 
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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 😅

#lifeonacattleranch
#marriedtoarancher
#ranchlife
#brandingseason
#cowboylife
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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#marriedtoarancher
#ranchlife
#brandingseason
#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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#marriedtoarancher 
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#rockymountainoysters 
#outontherange
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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