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The Fine Line Between High Expectations and Room to Grow

September 16, 2026 by Allison Eliason Leave a Comment

Every year we grow a pivot of corn to turn the cattle into when the snow starts to fly. The tall stalks provide great feed without the cows having to search for it beneath the snow. It also saves days of feeding hay that we’re more than willing to keep stacked in the yard.

Rather than turn the cows out on the entire field, we portion the corn into smaller sections so they’ll clean up the feed before moving to the next. Using an electric fence, it’s a fairly simple process to rotate around the field every week or so—simple enough that even the littlest ranchers come out to help.

We start by mowing down the strip where the fence will go, making sure there isn’t anything that will touch the wire and ground it out. Then we string the wire across the field, getting an idea of where the fence will sit before pounding in the small fiberglass posts.

The one challenge with doing this in the winter is that more often than not, the ground is frozen, making it surprisingly difficult to pound in even those little posts. It’s frustrating for any rancher, but especially for a young one.

Last winter was no exception. After wrestling with another stubborn post, our youngest son stopped, looked up at me, and asked, “Do I have to do it as good as you?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer.  And I’ve thought about that simple question many times since.

As far as the job itself goes, the answer is yes. The fence has to work. A post that’s only halfway in won’t keep the wire standing, and a fence that won’t stand won’t keep cattle where they belong. The cows don’t care whether the fence was built by a ranch mom or a seven-year-old.  But at the same time, how could I possibly expect someone with only a fraction of my experience to do the job exactly the way I do?

That question follows us through almost every season on the ranch.

This summer our sixteen-year-old has been doing much of the swathing. For the most part, he has done an excellent job. One afternoon, though, my husband and I drove through one of the fields and noticed several narrow strips of hay left standing between the swaths and I was surprised. He had enough experience to know not to miss them. We found ourselves asking, “What was he doing for that to happen?”

The easy response would have been frustration. After all, those missed strips meant the job wasn’t done right.  Instead, they became a conversation.

Was he distracted? Was he watching behind him instead of ahead? Was he trying to hurry before the weather changed? Whatever the reason, it became another lesson that couldn’t have been taught nearly as well from the pickup seat as it was from seeing the results in the field.

I’ve come to realize that raising kids on a ranch means constantly walking the line between maintaining high expectations and allowing room for growth.  The standard itself can’t change because the work matters. Cattle still need to stay in the pasture. Hay still needs to come off before the storm.  Equipment still needs to be cared for.

But the teaching changes.

Sometimes it means explaining the job one more time. Sometimes it means slowing down when we’d rather hurry. Sometimes it means pulling out a crooked fence post and trying again. We don’t lower the standard. We simply recognize that learning is part of meeting it.  I’ve always believed people tend to rise to the expectations placed before them. If we expect very little, we often get very little. But if we expect our children to do meaningful work—to contribute, to be responsible, and to solve problems—they will do it.

This fine line between high expectations and allowing room for growth isn’t one you only find on the ranch with budding ranchers.  It’s everywhere we find people trying new things, given new responsibilities, or growing into their opportunities.  Yes, the child learning to pound fence posts and teenagers learning to swath hay, but also a new employee learning a trade, a first time volunteer trying to find their footing, or even ourselves stepping into something we’ve never done before.

Maybe that’s why I’ve kept coming back to our son’s question.  “Do I have to do it as good as you?”  I think the answer is both yes and no.

Yes, because the work still matters. A fence still has to hold cows. Hay still has to come off the field. The job still needs to be done right.  But no, because becoming capable takes time. Experience isn’t something we’re born with; it’s something we earn one lesson, one mistake, one conversation, and one success at a time.

I’ve come to believe that holding high expectations and extending grace aren’t opposites. In fact, I think they belong together. High expectations give us something to grow toward. Grace gives us room to get there.

Maybe that’s the balance we’re all trying to find—not lowering the standard, but recognizing that today’s learner, if they’re willing to keep trying, can become tomorrow’s expert.

A Letter to a Teacher

August 20, 2026 by Allison Leave a Comment

Dear Teacher of My Ranch Kid, Four Years Later,

Well, here we are again.  Four years ago, I wrote you a letter apologizing for my ranch kid. I warned you that after a summer spent on the ranch instead of buried in books, there was a chance they might walk into your classroom a little behind.  

I owe you an update.

The ranch kid has grown up a little.  The ranch has continued its very unconventional educational program.  We still don’t do worksheets.  We still don’t have a summer reading schedule.  And I can confidently say that nobody has ever handed my ranch kid a packet and said, “Complete problems 1–25 before lunch.”  

Instead, the ranch has continued teaching lessons that don’t come with a grade.  For starters, the ranch has provided an advanced course in responsibility.  Cattle don’t care if you’re tired. Calves don’t care if you have plans. A broken fence doesn’t care if it’s 100 degrees outside. Hay certainly doesn’t care that you were up late the night before.

Apparently, this is one of the ranch’s favorite lessons because it always seems to be taught when no one really wants to learn it.  If we were to give a grade, we might not have quite earned an A+ yet, but thankfully we can be sure we are always enrolled in that class.

The ranch kid has learned that hard work doesn’t always look impressive as much as they try to glam it up.  Let’s be honest, as some of the youngest ranchers on the job, they get the grunt work.  And that’s on purpose.  The only way for them to truly appreciate the air conditioned tractor is by racking up countless hours in the hot sun from the seat of an open cab tractor.  Or jobs like moving hand lines, picking rock, and pulling rye.  It’s character building, at least that is what grandpa used to say.

The ranch has also provided a practical education in problem-solving.  I can’t say that all of the problems were of natural happenstance.  Yes, cows get out of their own accord, and equipment has their own break downs.  But getting stuck in the mud because you were sure the four wheeler would make it through 8 inches of mud could definitely be avoided. 

Out here, there isn’t always an answer key and dad is rarely available to come to the rescue, if you even want him to know there is a problem.  We may laugh at the amount of used barbed wire, baling twine and duct tape is used to fix a problem but this is what we call critical thinking.

This summer has also offered an extensive course in agriculture economics.  The ranch kid has learned that money doesn’t magically appear because you need something.  Or especially, when they just want something.  The bumpy field can’t just be dug up, smoothed out, and replanted.  Renting a rock picker is much more expensive than the free labor of ranch youth.  Buying a new swather really would be nicer than fixing up the old one but just isn’t in this year’s budget.  And maybe not in the next five.

When in doubt, fix it up and make do.  I return to the bailing twine and duct tape.

We had a more advanced course in consequences now that we are taking on more responsibility.  These lessons were not the theoretical kind.  More like the immediate kind.  Leave a gate open on the coop?  You get to gather the wild chickens.  You stay up late playing?  The work still starts with the sun and now you get to do it tired.  Haphazardly drop your phone in the storage tank?  You get to go swimming for it.

The ranch has a… lasting way of making cause and effect remarkably clear.

One of the most needed lessons on the ranch has been the ongoing course in patience.  We need to retake this class.  Breakdowns, breachy cows, and consistently overdrawn timelines have provided plenty of class time.  Most test days proved that patience is short and had an inverse effect on language.  In essence, less patience resulted in more curse words and yelling.  I’m going to turn to you for lessons on more appropriate synonyms, better grammar, and complete sentences.  I don’t know if that will help our course in patience but at least communications might improve.

There has been a fair amount of science, too.  Not always the kind with goggles and carefully controlled experiments.  Usually ones like- the purpose of locking a trailer to the hitch is to keep it secured and avoid bouncing off as we drive across the bumpy range.  Another has been to painstakingly following the path of electricity to the broken taillights to find why in tarnation they aren’t working.  Getting older has also meant a more advanced class of reproduction.  Let’s just say we solidly know where babies of ALL species come from and could even explain IVF.  

Perhaps the most valuable lesson the ranch continues to teach is confidence.  Not the loud, “I know everything” kind.  Yes, we still have some of that.  But I’m talking about the quiet kind.  The kind that comes from being trusted with something important and realizing you can handle it.  A ranch kid who once followed someone else around eventually becomes the person a younger sibling now follows.  The kid who once needed every step explained eventually gets handed a job and told, “You know what to do.”

That lesson doesn’t fit neatly on a report card.  Neither does learning to show up when you’re tired.  Or to finish what you started.  Or to take responsibility when something goes wrong.  Or to keep working when the job isn’t fun anymore.  Or to recognize that the work you do today may not pay off for months.  Those are lessons the ranch teaches exceptionally well.

So, Teacher, when my ranch kid walks into your classroom in a few short days, I may not need to apologize quite as much as I did four years ago.  The summer reading list may still have been more of a suggestion than a schedule and the handwriting may still leave something to be desired.  And there is a very good chance the backpack contains something that should have been thrown away several months ago.

But my ranch kid learned.  Teacher, I’ll let you handle the books, the essays, the equations and everything else that happens inside those four walls.  We’ll keep working on the things that happen outside them.  Between the two of us, I think we might just have this education thing figured out.

Sincerely,

A Still-Proud Ranch Mom

More Than a Kid Horse

June 23, 2026 by Allison

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

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.

The Price of Learning on a Ranch

February 4, 2026 by Allison

How a broken swather, a six-year-old on the tractor, plus a few other hard lessons taught me exactly how knowledge is earned- usually the hard way.

The little Montana town I grew up in was dotted with small family operations. Nearly every outfit welcomed extra help during the summer months while school was out, and I was lucky enough to have neighbors just down the road who took me on. I helped with everything from moving early-morning wheel lines and hand lines to pushing cows, spraying weeds, and putting up hay.

I was young and inexperienced, but willing to work hard and learn. There were plenty of growing pains — jobs I didn’t understand yet, equipment I hadn’t mastered — but at the end of the day, going home tired, dirty, and satisfied made the hard moments worth it.

With acres of hay to put up, I spent my fair share of time in the swather. My favorite was an old red International that looked rough but wouldn’t quit for anything. It did have one flaw: it wouldn’t stay cool. I remember my boss drilling it into me — keep an eye on the temperature gauge, know when to shut it down, and don’t push it past its limits.

Summer after summer, I ran that swather without incident. I stopped strategically to let it cool while moving irrigation lines, taking a quick break, or heading in for lunch. By my final summer, I was confident I had it figured out. Confident enough that I’d quietly crowned myself the queen of the hay crew.

Leaving for college was exciting, but daunting. I clung to every last moment I could spend in the fields. On my final night of work, I put off heading home, lingering in the comfort of that familiar old swather — until it sputtered, stalled, and died completely. It wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t start. Stuck in the middle of the field, I called my boss for help.

It took him only a moment to diagnose the problem. I had overheated the engine, and it had seized up. As the reality set in, I felt awful — for the cost of parts, labor, lost time, and delayed haying. Weeks later, I learned the parts were so expensive and hard to find that the swather was never fixed. The following year, they replaced it entirely.

Maybe, in the end, I did them a favor by forcing an upgrade. But I never forgot the lesson: pay attention to what you’re responsible for, and don’t let overconfidence lead the way. I would have given anything to do it again the right way. Since that wasn’t possible, all that was left was to learn — and never repeat it.

That lesson has followed me into motherhood.

Over the past few weeks, our six-year-old has been desperate for his turn to help bunch bales. He’s watched his older siblings take their place on the open-cab tractor, convinced that he, too, was big enough. Despite being told he was still too young, he didn’t give up. Eventually, his dad decided the best way for him to understand what it took was to let him try.

They headed out together. Dad explained the knobs and levers, walked him through the simple but important instructions, and then stepped back. Slowly, they moved bales into place for the trailer. The work wasn’t perfect — some bales dragged, some were crooked, and the throttle took a while to finesse. But at the end of the day, there was a tired, dusty, proud little boy climbing off the tractor. All it took was the chance to learn.

Learning looks different at every age.

Our oldest has made huge strides in his cowboying. This year, we saw his best roping yet — smooth runs, confident throws, calf after calf caught clean. Midway through branding season, during a big desert branding, it felt like he couldn’t miss. His pride was earned.

A few weeks later, cleaning up the last calves at the ranch, it was a different story. Easy shots were missed. Slack got tangled. At one point, he roped a cow while aiming for the calf beside her. The hit to his teenage ego was sharp — and necessary. It forced him to slow down, reassess, and figure out what had gone wrong. Paying with pride is painful, but sometimes it’s the most effective teacher.

He learned the same way his grandpa did.

My dad still tells stories from his early farming days, when he was certain he had everything figured out. One season, he dug irrigation furrows exactly as he thought they should be — until he turned the water on and realized water doesn’t flow uphill. Only the ends of the rows needed fixing, but they had to be redone by hand. His dad handed him a shovel and walked away. He never made that mistake again.

The fear of making mistakes can keep us from trying at all. It would be far easier for the cowboys on our operation to do everything themselves — less time, fewer breakdowns, no bent nails or bruised egos. But teaching the next generation how to work, how to pay attention, and how to recover when things go wrong is worth the cost.

On a ranch, learning is rarely free. We pay with time, energy, pride, or pocketbook. But the lessons last longer than the mistakes.

And we can only hope they’re less expensive than a new swather.

Running Cows on the Range for You

January 31, 2018 by Allison


Our ranch couldn’t operate without running on public lands.  We would love to run our cows totally on private land but that just isn’t doable right now.  Don’t get me wrong, the range land that we graze on is really, REALLY great.  Our cows come home fat and healthy.  But it would be nice to not have someone to dictate where and when we can run our cows.

Remember the days when we didn’t have to answer to anybody about our cows out on the range?  Ya me neither… Mostly because I haven’t been around this operation very long.  But also because even if I had been around here my whole life, the range has been regulated for longer than I was alive. 

When the first cows were grazing out on this range, nobody owned it.  It was just leftover land from when the railroad had been built.  Cattlemen would take their cows to Curlew Valley to graze through the summer months and then head south to Locomotive springs to winter.  It ended up being a conglomeration of all sorts of cattle and brands, which may seem crazy but it worked out well.  Between all of the cowboys there was always enough help to get all of the work done- water kept up, the cattle checked, and all the ground covered.  In the spring they would help brand each other’s cattle and in the fall they would all gather in and wean the calves.

Over time and from experience, they established good patterns of grazing, making sure that they wouldn’t over graze the land and have something available when it was time to come back.  They let the seasons and weather dictate how and where the cattle would be, flowing with range and its needs.

These days we still run our cattle the same, just with a LOT more direction from the higher ups.  We still run in an association, with most of the original brands that we began with so many years ago.  We still help move cattle, brand, wean, and check water just like they did in the past.  But now we are on somebody else’s schedule.  They tell when to turn out, how long we can stay, and where we go next.  The dates are rigid and there is no flexibility to work with what the range is giving.

I really have mixed feelings about this.  I think it is smart to have organization to it.  We want to ensure that the range is healthy for our cattle to feed on so it is important to make sure that we don’t have too many cattle or spend too much time in one area.  But at the same time, having someone from behind a desk telling us what we can and can’t do, especially when they don’t understand cattle or the work it takes to run them, is frustrating.

The job gets even harder when there are special interest group trying to keep you from your range land.  There are all sorts of reasons that they don’t want us on the public lands.  They think that we are harming the land.  They figure it needs to be left for the public to use for recreation.  They want it preserved for wild life.  Or some just don’t want it used at all for any purposes. 

Right now, we aren’t in a position where we are being troubled by anyone directly, but we aren’t excused from the fight to get cattle off of public lands either. 

I’m the kind of girl that is all about being efficient with what we have.  I’m pretty sure that it’s in my genes.  I hate to see things go to waste when there is so much value to be had.  But I also don’t want to use it all up at once.  That’s being wasteful too.  There’s that sweet middle ground that should keep from wasting by keeping things from totally unused but also keeping it from being over used and ruined.

But how can we apply that to the range?

It’s all a balancing act, friends.  Its working to keep too many cattle off too little ground with too little feed for too long.  But it is also having cattle out there to disturb the ground to help new seeds to grow, to cultivate the ground, to carry seeds in their poop and fertilize them to grow.  Its having cows out there to eat the grasses and keep the fuels down so fires don’t devastate the range.  Using it for cows keeps it as usable, profitable range land and not the next development area for a new subdivision.

Balance.  That’s how we do it.

A few years ago, I saw a book that was talking about public lands and it was obviously against ranchers using it for their cattle.  In fact, there was a caption in big bold letters that said something to the point of “keep ranchers from turning your land into a feed lot!”  And right next to it was a picture of an area that had been overgrazed (most likely it was right next to the water trough, right?!). 

It was a little like a punch to the gut.

Is this what people really think ranchers do?  Do they assume that we use public range land to feed our cattle so that we can make some money by fattening our cattle while we ruin someone else’s land?  I just wanted to shake someone, anyone, EVERYONE and say, “WE DO THIS FOR YOU!”

We run and raise cattle for people to eat.  It’s plain and simple.  Yes it is our jobs and we are trying to make money doing it (enough to survive at least… ha… ha…).  But at the heart of it all, we care about making a good, affordable product for families to put on the table using the resources available.

For years and years, nothing has changed how ranchers use the range.  But what has changed, is the public’s perception of how and why use the land.  Their land.  The bigger picture is that we use their land to raise cattle to feed their families.  And we have before it was really anyone’s land.  The cattle were there long before any interest groups even existed, let alone had an agenda. 

We are going to keep running cattle out on the rangeland for as long as we are able.  We are going to keep using that land to keep our cows healthy and we are going to keep using our cows to keep the land healthy.  And in the end, you, that eat our beef, will stay healthy too.

 

The Curlew Cattle Association: A History of Belonging

June 3, 2017 by Allison


A few months ago I was asked to write a story for the Line Rider, a magazine published by the Idaho Cattle Association.  The story they asked me to write was a little closer to home than most of my other stories.  They asked me to write about our history with the association we run our cattle in.  Since it wasn’t my family that I was writing about but rather my husband’s, I had to do a little research.  It was interesting and exciting and inspiring.  It ended up becoming somewhat special to me that I could write about my husband’s family and share their story.  And I wasn’t the only one that felt this way.

Over the last few months, I have had several of the cowboys and ranchers that we work with mention the story.  I’m not sure why, but I was really surprised with how much they all loved it!  Maybe I’m still a little surprised when people (besides my momma and my husband… they are obligated to cheer for me) think that what I write is something worth reading.

Because of all their applause, I thought I would share it with you!

Ranching can be a tough and demanding lifestyle but with people working around us facing the same challenges and striving for the same goals, we find a collective strength.  In fact, it is through the practice of leaning on each other that several ranches in the Curlew Valley have found success amidst the struggles of ranching on the range.  Their association of working together began as their ranches were founded. It was long ago that August Eliason learned that the demands of range were easier to manage has he harnessed his efforts with those around him and still to this day, his descendents continue to follow his practices of working together.
August Eliason came to America from Sweden with his family as a young boy at the age of 9.  At the age of 14, he decided to go out on his and found a job working for the Bar M Ranch, hiring on as the ranch foreman.
 The Bar M Ranch began after the construction of the trans-continental railroad through Utah.  A wealthy railroad baron from San Francisco had seen the boom of cattle empires in the west and he wanted part of it.  He saw an opportunity to buy up the available land left from building the railroad and purchased the land from Connor Springs to Kelton, Utah, approximately 365,000 acres.  Soon after, they bought their first 2,500 cows and they were in the cattle business.   They continued to acquire land and cattle as they bought out other operations, bringing their numbers up to a herd of 45,000 cows running throughout northern Utah and southern Idaho.  Unfortunately, the owner of the ranch and his managers had no experience managing a cattle herd.  Their lack of knowledge ultimately set the ranch for failure.  
As the foreman of the ranch, August was responsible for grazing the cattle throughout the Curlew Valley.  Through managing so many cattle over so many miles, August developed a great talent for overseeing the cattle and land.   The cattle grazed the range for feed year round, often overgrazing it.   The operation never purchased or put up any additional hay, and the cattle were left to forage on what little feed was available during the winter months.  This mismanagement proved detrimental for the ranch.
In 1888, the blizzard of a lifetime came through.  Heavy snowfall and extreme winds caused the cattle to stray as they followed their instincts and walked with the wind in attempts to stay warm.    With nothing to stop the wandering Bar M cattle, they walked for miles and miles.  With such terrible storms, August and the other cow hands knew there was nothing they could do.  They knew they would never survive searching for the cattle in the storm over the snow covered range.  All they could do was wait and see what the outcome of the storm would bring.
Eventually they found that from the combination of exhaustion from the walking and the lack of feed because it was buried beneath the snow, the majority of the cattle had died.  Accounts recall that there were so many dead cattle across the land that you could walk for miles stepping only from one cow to the next.  When spring came, they found 35,000 dead cattle wearing the Bar M brand.  The numbers of surviving cattle are somewhat unknown, anywhere from 10,000 to only 800.  
The Bar M Ranch never recouped from the devastating winter and was disbanded shortly after.  The cowboys were left to fend for themselves.  But what was the end of the Bar M Ranch was the beginning of several grazing organizations in the area, such as the Curlew Valley Horse and Cattle Association and the Black Pine grazing group.  
It was rumored that August and his two brothers-in-law, Andrew Anderson and Ed Showell, gathered up any unclaimed and unbranded cattle to start up their own herds.  They continued to winter the cattle in Locomotive and graze north through the Curlew Valley, similar to how the Bar M Ranch managed their cattle.  It was hard work but with their experience on the range, their desire to succeed and their strength by working together, they facilitated their own beginning. 
At the time, ranches from all over northern Utah and southern Idaho would turn their cattle out on the public rangeland.  There were no boundaries, no regulations and no expectations grazing on the open range.  All the animals roamed free, fending for themselves where ever it may be. Because of the water and good feed, most cattle would migrate south to Locomotive Springs.  At the end of the grazing season, everyone would work together to gather in the cattle to sort and take to their home ranches.  
In addition to running on the public lands, August and the others also homesteaded land in Idaho. They were successful on their homestead land in Stone, Idaho on what was called the North String.  There he set up headquarters for his ranch and his family.  August had 6 children, including his two sons, Bert and Chester, who took over the ranch at his untimely death when they were teenage boys.  
Even though they were young, the boys were able to successfully run the operation for their mother with the help of their uncles, Andrew and Ed, keeping both the ranch and the family alive.  The time came that they decided to buy the ranch and their partnership began.  It took time, but they were able to add cattle to their herd and land to their operation.  
The Curlew ranchers recognized what an asset Locomotive was for cattle, although most of the area was deeded up to homesteads.  But over time, the flies and sickness of the wetlands caused most homesteaders to sell out, an opportunity Bert, Chester, Andrew, and Ed jumped on.  In addition to wintering the cattle in Locomotive, they decided to hay the land as well.  Once a year, they worked together to carry out the very labor intensive job of mowing, raking, pitching and stacking the hay.
Over the next several years, many things would happen that would bring more organization and need for the association.  In 1934, the Taylor Grazing Act was set in place to regulate the use of public lands.  Throughout the country, drought and poor management of the land had caused severe losses that devastated the farming and ranching industry.  In Idaho and Utah, cattle and sheep ranchers would graze an unrestricted number of animals that overwhelmed the rangeland.  With the Grazing Act, those ranches already running animals had to apply for permits.  With the homestead land in Stone and Locomotive, the men were granted permits to continue running their cattle on the public lands of Black Pine of Idaho and Wild Cat/Cedar Hill of Utah.  
Every season had its challenges, but Bert and Chester managed to find success.  A large part of their success was working hard, but an even larger part was working smart.  With their operation being divided over so much land, it required a lot of time and labor to manage it all.  The men would spend days on the range haying and moving or tending cattle.  By working together, it made it easier to ensure that everything was be done and looked after, without having to hire additional men.
Shortly after the depression Chester had the chance of a lifetime.  Dave Dilly was ready to sell the piece of land that Chester had wanted all of his life- the Rockhouse Ranch, famously named for the house made of rocks that provided protection from the Indians in the 1860s and later used as northern headquarters of the old Bar M Ranch.  Living just a few miles away in Stone had given him plenty of opportunities to see its potential. 

Dave Dilly, Chester’s uncle, first offered the Rockhouse Ranch to Bert but with Bert declining the piece, it was Chester’s for the taking.  He sold his home, land, and half of the company property to Bert and moved his family and his half of the cattle 14 miles north to their new ranch in Holbrook, Idaho.  Starting his own operation had been a longtime dream and he was excited for the opportunity.  He continued to run things alongside the others in Stone and to run his cattle on his portion of the rangeland permits.

Running separate, but parallel operations was very profitable for the two brothers.  They were both able to grow their operations and later pass them on to their own families.  Bert had two sons, De and Bert Jr., which in the end inherited his cattle and land.  De stayed on the homestead in Stone while Bert Jr. began a new operation in Snowville, Utah.  With his portion of the permits he continued to work alongside his brother, until De sold his operation.  Bert Jr. ‘s operation, known now as the Eliason Ranch, was owned by his son Dave Eliason, who just recently turned things over to the next generation- his son, Shane.
Dave enjoys the same benefits of running cattle in the association that his grandpa did.  Dave says, “The greatest benefit is that we can share the labor without having to hire extra men.  We all have large enough herds that we couldn’t do it alone.”   
The Rockhouse Ranch, now known as Eliason Livestock, is managed by Ken Eliason, the third generation to run cattle in Holbrook.  His father, Don, was just a boy when Chester began ranching in Holbrook.  In his time, he watched the ranch develop from a small operation to a thriving family business.  With the goal in mind of keeping it a thriving family business, Ken’s oldest son, Brayden has returned to eventually take over the ranch someday. 
While time and innovation has changed how things are run from day to day, Ken and Dave still employ the same operational practices that the original Curlew cowboys did.  They still winter the cattle in Locomotive with the Anderson and Showell operations.  They work together to wean, brand, move cattle, preg check cows, and check water. 
Working together with so many different operations can be challenging but these men have made it work.  While they have seen similar groups fall apart by disagreements, they have found a way to keep things beneficial to all.  Ken says that the best thing about the association, and how they have continued working together for so long is because of the trust.  “You know that you can trust that they will be there to get the work done and that they will do a good job. You can trust that they have your back.”
Running together in the association has proved to be a successful practice for everyone in the Curlew Valley.  They enjoy the same benefits that the old cowboys did- the autonomy to run their operations but still have the man power to get the work done.  But the benefits go beyond the obvious.  Each man in the association a niche- his strengths that the whole group can rely on.  It may be the equipment and skills that he has or the “in” for a good deal on salt block.  Some have their finger on the pulse of what is happening in the cattle industry across the country and some have the relationships and contacts for more support and information.
 
Helen Keller once said, “Alone we can do so little. Together we can do so much.”  The ranchers of the Curlew Valley have been the embodiment of that phrase for so many years.  Alone, one ranch could never have accomplished what has been done. They would have succumbed to the hard reality of homesteading and the fatigue of the rough range. But together they have advanced the industry, produced cattle, improved the land, raised families and strengthened communities.  With the help and support of one another they will continue to do so much. 

Weekends at Locomotive

March 17, 2017 by Allison

One of my weekend highlights is always heading down to Locomotive.  There is something about the wide open and empty range that soothes my soul.  And maybe its just because I love getting away from the house work and cleaning, but I’m pretty sure its more than that.

Working down to Locomotive isn’t anything crazy exciting.  We all pile in the gator and drive around checking the water and cows.  We tag a few calves here and there and we make sure every baby has a mama.  Until the snow melted, we took some time to dump a little hay around.  Every once in a while we find a baby that has been abandoned, usually they were a twin, and we bring them home to the ranch with us.  After we give everything a good once over, we load up and head home.

See?  Nothing crazy.  But I love it!

I love it when my kids get to spend time with their dad.  What better way to learn how to be a rancher than to see their hero do it.  They ak question, jump in to help, and soak it all in.  Its a chance that they have to disconnect from the world that is happening around them.  Even as little as they are, they can still get sucked into the tv and computer and what not.  But when they are out on the range, they are in a whole different world of their own making.  In seconds they can find adventure.

I love it that we can go somewhere and its almost like time stops.  The rush and hustle of life just disappears.  That is something precious when you are a mom that lives by a never ending to-do list that keeps you hopping from job to the next.  Somehow, the list doesn’t matter out there.

I love it because we can just be ourselves.  There is no judging that I didn’t put makeup on that day.  In fact, if I did, it would only get covered with the layers of dust so no one would see it anyway!  The cows don’t care what clothes you wear.  They don’t care how rambunctious and rowdy the kids are.  We can just rock it how we like to!

Everyone needs a place like Locomotive.  Somewhere that they feel safe and at peace and totally confident.  Somewhere that provides a little perspective when we get so consumed with what keeps us going from day to day.  Somewhere that when we go home, we feel a little stronger and ready to take life on again.  

In this crazy world, that can be hard to find.

Where is your “Locomotive”?

The Family That Brands Together, Stays Together

May 16, 2016 by Allison


I’ve been feeling somewhat emotional about family this week.  It could be leftover mushy feelings from Mother’s Day extra stirred up from all those post-partum hormones flowing through my veins and totally exaggerated from looking at all these photos of my favorite people.. but I dunno.  Regardless of the why, I have a mega-sized dose of love for family and all I keep thinking is, “I love my life!”

Seriously, how often do families get days like these?  How many times do you have a chance to take your kids to work?  It happens pretty much daily around here.  How often do you see three generations of men working together?  Yep, every day.  We are pretty lucky that even the brothers come around the ranch often.  And when I say often I mean, like, weekly!  I know guys that would give anything to be able to work with their dad and brothers like these boys get to.  Of course, the fun doesn’t stop there- we have sisters-in-law that love this life too and that, my friends, is no easy feat.  Honestly, its hard enough for brothers to marry wives that like each other, but then to find wives that love ranching and cowboying too?!  Good work boys… Good work!

We all have varying jobs at what we do to help or entertain, but no one is sitting around. Some come packing the camera and some bring the cinnamon rolls (thanks to The Cattlewoman, for sure!).  The kids are always elbow deep in the work (sometimes making more work for the rest of us, but at least they are out there wanting and willing to work!)  Some live the dream life on the back of the horse and some do the dirty grunt work.  Even if you think that you are just going to spectate, crazy things happen to get you moving.

Check this out.  Quick story time-  The Buckarette…  This girl was 39 weeks pregnant on this fine day of branding (which is why there isn’t a SINGLE picture of her… hmmm…)  She came out planning to just sit on the back of the truck and, ya know, just take it easy.  Then she starts holding the calves back and helping sort out the already branded calves.   Then she starts helping with shots (which is admirable in itself because that meant bending over and if you know pregnant ladies, that gets a little difficult when you are growing a human being in your middle!).  And then she suddenly swings her way up on the horse to get out and rope!  We teased her that she had better be careful where she dallied because her belly was a little close to the horn.  She got up there, turned her horse to the calves and before you knew it, she was back dragging one in.  She gets extra kuddos in my book because it had been a good long while since she had roped and she was as smooth as ever.  Honestly, we should have had her out roping lots earlier because she caught every calf she swung at!  She told us that she as only going to rope one, but once she got started, we couldn’t stop her.  Ok, not really… but she did have her good handful of them.

Anyone can tell you, working as families can be rough.  One person wants something done one way and someone another, and some crazy fight ensues.  One person feels like they are doing all the work while the others get the benefits.  One suddenly thinks they are the boss and the others stop working dead in their tracks.  It can really happen…  But I don’t think feelings like these have ever come up around here (I’m crossing my fingers that even though I am saying it out loud, nothing changes…).  Sure we have our moments of frustration or disagreement but I have never seen an operation run so smoothly.  Family comes first and with that, everyone works together towards a common goal that brings us together.  At the end of the day, we are all apart of making Eliason Livestock successful and sustainable.  More importantly we are apart of a family legacy, building from our heritage something for the future that we can all be proud of.  

A Family Cattledrive

November 11, 2015 by Allison


Oh boy was this a crazy summer!  With all the ropings, family events, community activities, and building a house we were running in every direction.  To help things out, the cows decided they didn’t need much moving for the summer.  For real… Between the field rotation we were on and the rains it seemed we hardly had to move the cows.  The unfortunate thing about that was that I didn’t have many opportunities to ride with the guys or take any photos. 

On the one chance I had to saddle up, the whole family got to tag along.  We really weren’t even moving to new field, just pushing the cows to a different trough.  So even though it wasn’t too much of a ride, it was perfectly short enough that we knew they would last and have a great time.  We have my old horse from when I was a kid that The Rancher’s Sidekick has claimed.  And the Ranch Princess bounced around between me, Rancher Sr., Cowboy E, and The Rancher.  It might not have been much, but we made a few good memories.

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Daily ranch life, western style all with a side of dirt.

I’ll just keep holding the brake… #lifeonacattler I’ll just keep holding the brake…

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It shouldn’t be this tall. Late frosts. Hot, dry It shouldn’t be this tall. 

Late frosts. Hot, dry, dusty days. Summer drought. A week with the pump down. 

But God is good and this corn patch surpassed our greatest hopes. I see His hand. Do you?
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Another rousing round of mountainside musings 🤣 # Another rousing round of mountainside musings 🤣

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They say you can tell a lot about a man by his out They say you can tell a lot about a man by his outfit. In cowboy country, that has less to do with the clothes on his back and more to do with the truck and trailer he pulled out of the yard in. 

Come on o we to the website for the outfit breakdown with a side of ranch wife humor! 
 
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Who needs arm day when you can pitch hay?? Me… I d Who needs arm day when you can pitch hay?? Me… I do… so I can pitch the hay… 💪🏼😮‍💨🤣

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Shhh… don’t tell The Rancher because I’m about to Shhh… don’t tell The Rancher because I’m about to take things into my own hands!
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If you watch my stories you have seen me post a fe If you watch my stories you have seen me post a few coloring pages taken directly from photos of our family ranching. 

I’m excited to announce that I’m in the works of a coloring book featuring ranching scenes from our year on the ranch! While I keep working to get it done, head to my website to enjoy a few freebies just for you.

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Sunday afternoon chore vibes… ain’t too proud to b Sunday afternoon chore vibes… ain’t too proud to be caught in my sweats and boots 

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You never want to be the guy that accidentally let You never want to be the guy that accidentally let the calves out. To that end, you double and triple check every dang gate you go through… but sometimes the calves still get out 🙄. 

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“Do I have to do it as good as you?” Our youngest “Do I have to do it as good as you?”

Our youngest asked me that after wrestling with a stubborn fence post one winter day.

I wasn’t sure how to answer.

Because yes, the fence has to work when we are done and the cows don’t care if it was built by a ranch mom or a seven-year-old. The work matters, and I want my kids to learn to do it right.

But expecting a ranch kid to do a job exactly like someone with years more experience? That’s a different story.

Raising kids on a ranch has taught me that high expectations and room to grow aren’t opposites. We can expect our kids to contribute, be responsible, solve problems, and do meaningful work while still giving them the time and grace it takes to become capable.

Sometimes that means pulling out the crooked fence post and trying again. Sometimes it means looking at a field of missed hay and asking questions instead of jumping straight to frustration.

The standard doesn’t have to change just because someone is still learning.

I think that’s true far beyond the ranch, too.

Today’s learner might just be tomorrow’s expert.

Full story on the blog. 🤎

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Want to know a secret? For a long time, I had a h Want to know a secret?

For a long time, I had a hard time calling myself a cowgirl 😬. 

I grew up ranching, working cows and riding horses. I lived and worked on a ranch with my husband. I knew how to sort cows, run a tractor, and doctor a calf. 

But somehow I still didn’t think I was *enough* to be considered a real cowgirl. 

I was wrong. And finally I realized that. 

There are no qualifying accomplishments or minimum requirements. It isn’t measured by any other cowgirl in the pen. And no one can tell you that you aren’t. 

Today, on National Cowgirl Day, here is a shoutout to all the women and girls who proudly, quietly, unashamedly, and honorably call themselves cowgirls. Thank you for the hand you are, the traditions you live and the legacy you leave behind. 

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You can only stumble onto this kind of beautiful. You can only stumble onto this kind of beautiful. 

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They have been looking forward to this day for wee They have been looking forward to this day for weeks. 

And so have I. 

There are days I enjoy the quiet working without them, but soaking up these days working together fills my heart. I already fe they are growing way too fast. 

But I’m sure proud of the young men they are becoming. 

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Putting your kindergarten math skills to the test Putting your kindergarten math skills to the test 🤣. The Rancher got 63 and I… got 63 too 😮‍💨. If our numbers were different, he would definitely be wrong, not me 😬

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If you ever wondered if God hears a weary, wanderi If you ever wondered if God hears a weary, wandering cowgirl, I can assure you he does. 

The days riding up and down the mountain looking for cattle can get long. I had found a pocket of cows tucked under some cedar trees but had quite a ways to get there to them. Crossing through a big wash, I lost track of exactly which trees I was heading for. 

It’s silly but I felt defeated and frustrated. With a much closer perspective of that mountainside, everything looked different. I decided to backtrack a little, not wanting to skip any patch of trees that *could* have been the ones. 

As I started riding forward I said a silent prayer, ”Lord, help me find these cows.”

Less than 30 seconds later, I hear a single “moo” behind me. I whipped around to see just the nose of a cow poking out behind the black shade of the tree. 

I had found the cows!

Let this be a little reminder that God cares, even about helping find cows on the mountain. You just have to ask for help. 

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Trail side musing from The Idaho Rancher’s Wife… i Trail side musing from The Idaho Rancher’s Wife… in the end, I should have grabbed the jacket 🤦🏼‍♀️
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Crisp fall mornings gathering cattle off the mount Crisp fall mornings gathering cattle off the mountains of the summer range are some of my favorite days of the year! 

My house is a mess, the laundry is piling up and the to-do list is fiercely long, but I won’t give up these days for anything. 

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Last night I looked up at the countless star above Last night I looked up at the countless star above me and, not for the first time, was in awe of this beautiful world we live in!

There are plenty of things I’d change about living in the middle of nowhere, don’t get me wrong. But giving up the life that comes with them isn’t one of them.

What would be on your list of inconveniences? 
What makes it worth it for you?

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“Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, a “Agriculture is the most healthful, most useful, and most noble employment of man”. George Washington 

Amen, George. Amen. 

They sure don’t make presidents like they used to…

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Yes, the American beef herd is shrinking. We all k Yes, the American beef herd is shrinking. We all know that. And it’s a REALLY valid concern. 

But did you also know that annually, ranchers are producing more pounds than the year before? Since 2023, we have averaged nearly 50 pounds more per carcass! 

That doesn’t mean the shrinking herd isn’t a supply problem—it clearly is. But it means head count alone doesn’t tell the whole story.

These facts tell me that ranchers are doing all they can, despite challenges like rising input costs and drought conditions, to provide beef to American families. 

If we really want to support producers rebuilding their herd, here’s my suggestion:

Lower our input costs, not the price of our cattle.

And let’s start with fuel.  Because that not only supports the American rancher, but American families as well. 

If you want us to raise more cattle, help make it more affordable to raise them.

If you could make one change for producers, what would it be? Tell me in the comments! 👇🏻👇🏻

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