The Idaho Rancher's Wife

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The Last of the Association Branding

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How about a little different post?  Still lots of pictures but instead of a wind up with some sort of an interesting story, lets do a commentary.  A running commentary to let you know what I was seeing when I took each picture. 

Ready?

Riding in the herd…

Brothers…  The little brother was pestering the older brother, the older brother took down the younger brother and commenced the Chinese torcher tap.  Nothing but true love there!

The Ranch Boss just had his 87th birthday and refuses to stop.  He may slow a little, but he is determined to never quit.

I just thought this blaze was funny… Like, bummer birth mark or something…

You find cowboy style and personality everywhere.  Some cowboys go simple and some like bling everywhere, even by their horses slobbery mouth.

When I got up close I realized that he had his name on his spurs- AWESOME! And he has some cool red top boots peeking out.  That’s like cowboy lingerie, right there!

Horses on the range- its a beautiful site.

There isn’t a better place for kids to be than out in the middle of nowhere branding.

The Rancher’s Sidekick always has to be in the middle of it all.  At the point in the day he had proclaimed it his job to stand on the leg so it wouldn’t move.  Don’t know that we needed it but I’m glad that he found a job he could rock.

The saddle- a cowboy spends many long hours in this seat…  It better be just to his liking!

Just a boy giving shots, but once again…  its a great place for a growing boy to be.

Dragging calves in…


Sure glad he has a cap on that…  Sometimes people get unintentional vaccinations

Thank goodness for back pockets because when your hands get full there is always a place to hang your tagger and your clips.

We always load up toy for the kids.  In fact I think there ends up being a whole sand pile worth of toys out there!

And then sometimes they end up hauling more than just dirt.  The Rancher’s Sidekick started gathering up discarded nuts and taking them to the dogs.  I’m glad that was all he was doing with them…

The Rancher’s uncle…  I’ve known him for quite a while and he has ALWAYS had the mustache.  The length of the handle bars has varied over the years but it is truly his signature!

I know he wasn’t really posing, but I tease that everyone is so used to striking a pose for me that it is just second nature to stand picture ready!

How many boys does it take get a calf down?  Lots… and still the calf will give ’em a run for their money!

It got dusty… no surprise.  And it looked cool.

Gathering the herd in for the after lunch branding.  Taking a pit stop at the watering hole…

Rancher Sr. doing what he does best.  He has become such a great friend.  I love having him for a father-in-law.

When you ride next to me you are going to have your picture taken.  And I love them even if you aren’t looking at the camera!

Cowboys make beautiful photographs… I love my job!

Cows scattered across the range- this is why we bring so many cowboys.  And this was only one small corner of our beautiful world.  I love having wide open spaces for an office!

Boys in the dirt… need I say more?

We could see a storm moving over the mountains and it was a stunning backdrop. 


Love the dramatics of the sky.  Having a non dusty windy day was incredible!

A look at the scene from herd side…

One of my favorite cowboys. 

Every week there are a few new faces around to help and enjoy the cowboy lifestyle.

A different perspective…  But appropriately, looking up to a cowboy

Cute.  I love cute calves!  Especially the baldy calves.

Drug by the heels.  If only he knew what was going to happen to him.

Sisters make the best friends.

Her parents had better be ready for this beauty to grow up.  Check out those eyes!

A little saddle bling with your brand on it can never be a bad thing.

Just taking a minute to visit with a friend.  Kids and horses were meant to be together. 

Any guesses what this coffee can is for? Oh, just to gather nuts in…  Calf nuts…

Should we be concerned that there are no adults in this picture?

J4…  When the ropers bring in a calf they shout out what brand to put on it- Rocking-A, AE, J4 , Bar over the hip, K+… and many more

When you pester the big boys they just might decide to hog tie you.  While I was taking this picture I could hear them saying (in more colorful language) that they unfortunately didn’t have enough rope to finish the job on this growing boy… It was his lucky day, that’s for sure!

Chaps- a functional and fashionable part of the cowboy wardrobe…

Checking out the herd…

This girl will show you how its done!

Following the rope back to the cowboy- my cowboy in this shot…

Looking for the unbranded babies…


A little war paint for a tough day of work!

Becoming a Real Cowgirl

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Ever since I married my cowboy I have wanted to rope.  I grew up riding and working cattle, but we never got into roping.  We were more on the cutting end of the cowboying.  In fact, I still get cranky when I see a cowboy miss a good cut or turn because he was looking for a better shot to throw his rope.  However, I do want to be a real cowgirl and learn to rope.

Over the last couple of years I’ve taken a swing or two with a rope at a dummy- some really intesnse cowgirl stuff.  But more recently my husband and his brothers have taken it upon themselves to finally get this roping thing down.  They have taken me out on some of their less intense branding days, where there wasn’t too much to get down that I could either slow down or get in the way.  Actually that’s not true… I know not to try roping on the busy crazy days because I want to get home before dark or we run out of fire!

It was all good and fun but I wasn’t really figuring it out…  Until just a few weeks ago!

I was honestly ready to give up and say that I just didn’t have it in me to be a roper.  But The Rancher brought me along to one more branding.  He gave me the experienced horse that would take his time (maybe he is slightly lazy…), put on my brand new saddle and I strapped on my new spurs.  I had everything I needed to rock this branding.  Oh wait- I didn’t have a rope!

We show up to our good friends where we were roping.  There were 160 calves to brand and we were ready to get going.  The Rancher just grabbed some old rope out of the trailer and we headed out.  And I was terrible.  I couldn’t hardly even keep my coils straight, couldn’t swing the rope to save my life, and missed every calf I tried for.  For as many times I threw that rope I should have caught one by accident, even snagged one as it walked over my loop… but I didn’t.

I was ready to turn in and promote myself to the ground crew when one of the cowboys rode up to me, took my rope and traded it for his.  He said there was no way in … that I could catch with that thing!  He rode off and I figured I oughtta give it one more go, just to humor him.  And guess what happened- I caught!

The very first loop I threw caught a calf!  I just about forgot to dally because I was so surprised and so elated.  I got my horse turned to the fire and drug my first calf in, get congrats and hoorays from everyone along the way- you would have thought I had just won the lottery for as excited as we were!  They slid off my rope and I was out for another calf.  I had to try again to make sure it wasn’t just luck, although I was sure that my friend must have rubbed a bit of luck on it.  But as I kept going at it I kept catching.  It was like I was really figuring it out!  There was one time I had my arm up just right, rolling my wrist just right, and threw my rope just right.  The rope landed right in front of those back feet just like it was supposed to.  I was so excited that I totally forgot to pull my slack and actually catch the calf before he stepped back out…

I went home that day floating on clouds.  I wasn’t a perfect roper or the best roper, but that day I finally became a roper.  Now that I have my own saddle (because one day The Rancher said, “We need to get you your own saddle” and no good cowgirl says no to that!) some sweet new spurs and my own new rope (full of calf catching luck) I am on my way to being a real cowgirl.

*** I don’t have any picture roping that day, but I do have a few from a few weeks later taken by my sister in law, The Montana Girl.***

Fishing for Bales

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I realized my blogging/photography life has someone of a conundrum.  When there isn’t a lot going on, I have post after post of feeding cows, the cute babies, and nothing terribly eye catching or exciting.  But then we are busy as ever, I have HUNDREDS of photos to edit, tons of stories to tell and no time to sit down and tell them…  So I am sitting down at the computer ready to tell you a story, pump out some photos and carving out some time for my blogging life.

This winter/spring has been different for us.  Very different.  First of all, we didn’t have winter… We had a flurry every so often but we never had the cold-for-days, snowed-in, stranded-for-days winter that we usually (ok, maybe not all that dramatic, but still… no winter).  But it was also different for all of the cows calving at home.  So many more to feed, keep an eye on, and tag.  So many more cuties around!

We are experiencing a new “difference” lately.  We are hauling down hay and feeding in Locomotive.  With the lack of feed and the lack of rain, there just isn’t enough feed for what we need. The nutrition of our cows is super important so we trek down south with hay and get ’em what we need.

For a while we were taking down just a couple of bales at a time.  But that was getting long and slow…  So we figured we would load the semi and flat bed up and take a few loads out.  It wasn’t all too irregular of an occurence- people haul hay all the time.  Nothing to tell the blogging world about, right?  That’s true, until it was time to unload.

You see, we don’t have a tractor down in Locomotive.  Unloading hay minus a tractor means that we get to be creative.  It didn’t occur to me that we were missing a KEY part of this job.  Its not like they can dump themselves and we can’t really push them all off.  So… What’s a rancher to do?  How about fish them off?

The Rancher apparently knew EXACTLY what he was doing not bringing a tractor down.  I never doubt that he knows what he is doing, but to me there were no clear solutions  He always says I lack faith in him… I just tell him that I just wait to be dazzled by his brilliance!  So he brought a big ol’ hook and rope to pull all the bales off.  In reality it was pretty simple.  The Ranch Boss was in the truck, pulling the bales off.  The Rancher would do the fishing, hooking and catching the bale, and I was the go between running the hook from the bales on the ground to The Rancher.  When we had so many pulled down that we couldn’t any more, we just pulled the semi up and went at it again.  So easy!  So much so that we did it again and I brought my camera to show you.

We get to be a little creative in this life.  The Rancher lives for twine, duct tape, and his save-your-life drawer of nuts and bolts.  Life tries to throw a kink in your plan, but we my guys around, we always have some new brilliant way to make it.  Like fishing for bales!

Feeding as a Family

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Feeding- the pass time of winter.  If there is one thing you can guarantee we will be doing this time of year it is putting the hay out.  The tedious redundancy gets to The Rancher.  He just feels like it eats up his time, doing the same thing over and over.  Hmmm… He wouldn’t make a good house wife (I’m pretty sure I have said that one before).  Having to cook and clean up after people over and over…  I’d love it if feeding only took two hours of my whole day.

Despite the fact that feed isn’t The Rancher’s favorite ranch chore, it may be one of mine.  Lately Rancher Sr. has been gone on the weekends quite a bit while he supports Cowboy E in his last season of wrestling.  That means that The Rancher either gets to feed on his own or I jump into help.  I LOVE any opportunity to prove to my cowboy that he needs me, so of course I head out to help him. Really its more than that- I love to get out on the ranch, love to drive through the cows to see how they are doing, and I love the photography moments I get.  But more than that I love being able to take the kids out with us and work together as a family.

Living and working on the ranch is so much more than a job to us.  There is no separation between home life and work.  Sometimes that has its problems, but there are way more blessings that come that makes it worth it. The best take home of all this for this ranch momma is the memories we are making every day.  I love looking into the tractor seeing The Ranch Princess jabbering to her daddy.  I see her getting excited at the cows, the horses, and the few baby calves.  I can just hear her saying, at the top of her lungs, “Look daddy!  COWS!!” (actually its more like wook daddy, tows… so cute!)  While we drive between fields The Rancher’s Sidekick has picked up battling thumbs in an intense game of thumb war.  I’m pretty sure that he is cheating more and more each time, so maybe we should stop with that one…  He pals around with me on the 4 wheeler as we cut bale strings, begging to drive.  Even stomping the mice as they come out of the bales has become a fun memory!

Sure life on the ranch can be redudant.  Every year has the same seasons of calves, seasons of changing sprinklers, seasons of moving cows and seasons of working cows.  But the best part about life on the ranch is that we get to do it as a family and spice up the redudant moments by making memories.  We feed cows and enrich our souls.  That’s what we did today!

A Midnight Bust

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I was looking back over the posts from last year.  Sort of reminiscing about what was happening this time last year and then just kept scrolling.  As I was going through, I realized that there are some stories that I never shared.  These are the stories that are worth telling.  You know that because they are the stories that I can still remember after so much time having past… 

I live by the theory of better late than never (you know that already for all of the times I’ve taken you back!).  Looking back this was a crazy, comical night but at the time it was frustrating, nerve racking and …  I guess any issue that begins after dark at the end of a long day is doomed to be a hair puller

We had just gotten out of the shower (I say we because we everyone had to go through my shower that night… Why do we have 2 bathroom when we only use mom’s?) when I heard the 4 wheeler buzzing around.  People usually don’t go for a moonlight ride so I knew something was up.  The Rancher slipped into something more fitting for the ranch then his jammies while I put the babies to bed.  Finally when I made it out to see what was happening (because The Rancher had been gone long enough for me to know that it was bad news- whatever it was) I learned that the most recent batch of weaned calves had escaped the corral and were heading in all sorts of directions.  They went up the highway, down the highway, to the shop, to the haystack and to the alfalfa… awesome… 

The Rancher and Rancher Sr. were buzzing around bringing in what calves they could find.  You see, finding black calves in the dark of a moonless night is tough to do.  You hear them before you ever see them and unless you have GREAT hearing you just might think you are getting around them but really you are heading straight out them.  When I first showed up I just waited for orders from the cowboys.  It was a long wait… So long I gave up waiting for their instruction and took it upon myself to guard the gate.  It didn’t take long for me to see that as many calves got brought in would wander out.  Not very productive… 

So I guarded the gate.  And it seemed to work.  The boys would whoop and holler and bring the calves and I would keep them from escaping.  Every so often there would be a handful that made their way to the gate and I was able to get them in (so proud of myself!  Earning so many rancher’s wife stripes!).  But the handfuls started getting bigger and more frequent and I began to realize that the blasted calves were hopping the fence and walking back to the gate.  I had been putting the same calves in over and over!  GREAT…  Rancher Sr. came in and as soon as I could I explained that we weren’t keeping them in… Making no progress.  So we got what calves we had and pushed them in the corral.  Finally safe.  Locked in.  j

We did this dance of getting the calves in the back pen, running to open the small man gate to the corral, pushing the calves to the gate avoiding the holes in the fence, and trying not to pee my pants every time they scare me as they come around the hay stack. 

Eventually the calves stopped coming and we figured we could call it a night.  All was left to do was lock the gates up good and PRAY that nothing spent the night in the alfalfa to bloat or on the road to get hit.  Come morning we found we were blessed to keep the calves in for the remainder of the night and the couple of strays that spent the night roaming didn’t die. 

Looking back on this Thursday night I remember what an exciting eventful fall night we shared when the calves had their midnight jail break.  You could almost say we had a romantic night with the only lights of the starry sky (and the few flashlights and 4 wheeler headlights) but I’m sure that’s not how The Rancher looks back on it.  A little anxiety and a lot of relief.  Maybe he won’t want to relive this Throwback Thursday memory!

 

Working Til the Cows Come Home

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Winter.  It has so many mixed emotions that come with it.  So many different emotions.  So many opposing emotions.  And when you have them all mixing in one house, it can get a little crazy.  Take my house, for example…

I love winter.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we got married in January, so I just have so many lovely memories in the midst of a blizzard.  Or it could be because I genuinally love winter activities- skiing, sledding, tubing, making snowmen… Yep, love it all.  I did grow up in Montana where it was likely that winter would begin before Halloween and end just as school was getting out, so winter was just a part of life- a BIG part of life.  I just might love winter, though, because life slows down when there are blizzards and snowy roads and heaven forbid, you think you better stay home!  Yep, I even love the dramatics that come with it.

My love and enthusiasm is shared by my kids, who PRAY for snow, sometimes even in the summer.  Its not likely to happen, but with the faith of these kids anything could happen.  The Ranch Princess has to take the snow in small doses, only as long as her bare hands can handle the cold because she REFUSES to keep gloves on.  But she still loves it.  And then there’s The Rancher’s Sidekick.  He thinks that just a skiff is enough to stop EVERYTHING and play.  He hangs on to every last bit of snow like its going out of style (actually, I guess its going even faster than that!) and we sled down the hill hitting as many patches of slush left.  Yes, we love winter and snow and all things cold…

But then there is The Rancher.  All of the sudden, he has grown old and decided, quite logically, that we can do without winter.  Winter and snow and all things cold aren’t that great for business.  I can understand that crazy blizzards are terrible to calve in and hard winters are hard on momma cows, but really… a little snow is cool right?  But there is another reason The Rancher doesn’t want winter and snow.  Its mostly, like 87.9%, because that means we have to feed cows.  Part of it is just because we want the hay to last as long as it can.  I get it, that’s how I feel about cooking dinner.  If I don’t do it, the groceries last longer, I’m so sure…  But in reality, he hates doing the same thing day after day.  Every morning he spends hours feeding all the cows and has to turn around and do the same thing day after day.  I’ve said it before, The Rancher would make a terrible house wife.

So The Rancher prays for winter and snow to evade us as long as possible to put off that dreaded day of feeding cows.  But eventually, the day comes.  Even without the snow to hurry it along, the day comes that the cows have just gone through all of the grass and the cows must come home.  The Rancher must have struck a good deal with the weather maker/grass grower because the last of the cows only came home a few weeks ago.  Those fat cows managed to stay a whole extra month longer than last year.  But home they did come and of course we helped (because we are the best help around!) and of course I took pictures and of course I’m gonna share them with you.

We could call this a sunset cattle drive.  When you start moving cows at 3:30 in the after noon at the beginning of January and have several miles to go, its likely that you won’t make it until the sun has set.  Especially if you have slow cows.  I guess they figured everything is supposed to run slower in January, like molasses… In the cowboys defense, this was the second group of cows they were moving for the day.  They figured that if the horses were loaded they might as well get a days work out of them.  So from the desert to the home ranch they moved cows, squished through the mud, and tightened up their cinches, working til the sun set and til the cows came home.

Merry Christmas from The Crew

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What a glorious season it has been!  It certainly has been busy with friends, family, service, playing, working…  The list can just go on but in reality it has been a terrific season of celebration.  I am a religious woman- you know that (not too many ranchers are NOT). 

I take this time of year to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ because of the blessings that have come from His life.  Every day I am grateful for His birth, His life, and His death.  It has given me so much and everyday I strive to live in a way to thank Him. 

I have been blessed with a family- a wonderful, hard working husband, two happy and healthy kids, and a lifestyle that shows no bounds.  Every day we can connect with Him and, in His way, we work to serve people all over the world.

From all of us at the ranch, we want to say Merry Christmas!  Thank you for a fun year riding with the Eliasons! 

Little Lemhi, Idaho- My First Happily Ever After

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Lemhi, Idaho will always have a special place in my heart.  Mostly the ranch that my brother worked on.  Why?  Good question… I’ll tell you.

This is the place I met my cowboy.

I always said I would marry a cowboy but then when I went to college, there were no cowboys around.  I was interested in the nursing program at BYU- a school where there is nothing remotely close to an animal science or ag business programs.  See.. ya… no cowboys.  It was a little much for this country girl so I would head up to my brother’s to visit, ride my horse, and get out of the city.  It so happened that The Rancher thought that Lemhi would be a great place to do an internship and took a semester there.  We met.  We played.  We worked.  We checked cows until midnight.  I though nothing would come from it because he didn’t even come say by as I left that first weekend I met him.  That was until I got a call from my sister in law warning me that The Rancher had asked my brother for my phone number!  Too scared to ask me, but not too scared to ask his boss for his sisters number… Boys…

So we romanced and fell in love and got married.  Then we moved to the ranch!  We worked on the ranch the first 8 months before we went back to school.  It was like a long honey moon- we just worked and played with practically no one else around (have you heard of Lemhi?  No?  That’s because its suuuuper small.  LOVE IT!).

Now when we go to visit I always think of those great few years where The Rancher and I got our start.  In some ways it will always be home because that it where we had our first home.  I love to take time to drive around the valley and the ranch to just take it all in.  This was the beginning of my happily ever after!

Cousins make the best of friends! How many boys does it take to open a gate?…

Why Ranchers Don’t Need a Personal Trainer

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I just got done spending a few days helping The Rancher fence.  Mostly by accident.  Like, my kids took off trekking down the busy road to find their dad and I followed after in my sweats.  And of course once I got there I got put to work.  And boy was it work, actually more of a workout.  I tease The Rancher from time to time that he had better get doing some exercises before he has to move his buckle down a notch.  But in reality, his daily living is enough of a workout that he doesn’t need to exercise.

Well, I take that back.  As an exervise science major I believe that everyone needs to exercise, everyday.  But hanging out with a rancher provides enough core building, heart racing, strength training exercises that you won’t have to hit the gym at the end of the day.

For example, take the job of tamping- using a narrow, 15 pound bar to pound and pack the dirt around a fence post.  And since nothing done on the ranch is slow, you do it fast, as fast as you can.  You squeeze your core tight as it will go to stabilize your shoulders as they slowly begin to burn from lifting the bar over and over again.

Moving hand lines.  In the days when I was a pipe mover I always considered it to be my morning exercise routine.  Squatting with an extra 50+ pounds stretching out 15 feet off each side is a great for a little balance work, especially while the water is still running up and down the pipe.

Roping… oh boy roping…  I’ve learned this last year what a great workout this is.  Keeping your elbow, swinging at just the right rhythm and then still having the strength to throw is so much harder than what it looks.  In fact, I have yet to even remotely come close to figuring this out…  But I have gotten sore, super sore. 

And then there are all of the sledge hammers.  Big, little, tall, short- they all have one thing in common.  They are all heavy.  So heavy that you don’t slam them down as much as swing them up and then just let them fall on whatever it is you are hitting.  While they are doing whatever damage you need, they are building some beautiful core, shoulder, and even back muscles.

I really could keep going on… ranching is a physical job.  So much so that even with my intense morning workouts, I still get sore after a long day with The Rancher.  If ever you were looking for a change in your exercise routine, come spend the day with a rancher!

Throw Back Thursday: Cattle Drive From May

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Remember that terrible cattle drive?  That one where there were more cows out in the fields than on the road… I wish I didn’t… That adventurous day was day one of two of our cattle drive.  I know what you are thinking (ok maybe you’re not thinking this…) that if day was so bad, day two must have been horendous and that is why I have to do a little “throw back Thursday” to catch you up on it.  
Nope, on all accounts.  Day two went as smooth as… it was GREAT!  Granted, we did have a good road to follow, fences on all sides, lots of cowboys, and a shorter drive.  But hey, it was good!  We will take it any way that we can!  
And lets say we learned a little from day one. The Rancher just started the day with a motor bike.  We called up The Buckaroo who brought along his sweetheart and a bull whip.  Both highly useful, just one more so than the other (just to be clear, his girl really is quite the cowgirl!)  And I opted to not try a photo shoot on the run.  I went with the 4 wheeler, kids and camera- its a lot less pressure!

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

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