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What is Fear?

I’ve heard it said that you don’t know what true fear is until you’ve been chased down by a mad mama cow. Now, as someone who’s only been on a ranch the past five years or so, I don’t have a lot of experience tagging calves or being chased down by mad mama cows. I do know, however, that according to the boys, most of the time they’re just bluffing.

Part of my lack of experience is that In the past we’ve left the calves untagged as they were born, and then tagged them at branding where they’re separated from their mamas. I have, though, done the majority of the tagging. Give me the tagger and I’m quite comfortable. This year is different as we decided to tag the calves to match the cows. And since I’m not skipping out on Winter and Spring (like when I’ve gone South in previous years) I have been here to help calve heifers and tag calves in the pasture. My experience so far this year has been that most of the time, the mama cows ARE bluffing.

Wednesday, (May 1) I was out tagging the calves of our first calf heifers. I’ve tagged quite a few of these on my own this year and it doesn’t bother me to be in there with them. Most of these heifers are gentle and nice to be around. There were four calves already tagged, and I needed to tag four more. In the early morning hours of Wednesday, #466 had had a calf . She kept a very close eye on me that night during checks and anytime I got close she met me halfway. I didn’t even get that close to her calf. I just had to get close enough to see that he was doing well.

Wednesday afternoon I headed out to tag calves, as I planned to tag them all, then go get my horse so I could sort the pairs off and kick them out to the trap. I got one of the registered calves tagged, and figured I’d just best get #466 out of the way. I wasn’t really relishing having her in that lot with her calf any longer than necessary.

I had my tag in the gun, and headed over to her calf. She was having none of it! She took to me when I got close and I was only saved by ducking around a round bale – where she promptly hit the bale with her head. I decided I might should try to catch another calf to tag, and I’ll be darned if that ol’ bag didn’t hunt me up from halfway across the pen, and pen me up against a hay bale where she kept me for five minutes. Anytime I tried to move she’d charge me again. I actually thought she was gonna come over the top and really get me. Of course, I’m standing there, in the middle of this pen, with nothing but a tagger to throw at her. I did manage to toss a wad of hay at her, but even that didn’t deter her.

It was a Mexican Standoff of sorts. After about five minutes, she went back to her calf, so I was able to slink off, drawing as little attention to myself as possible, while formulating a new plan of attack, which would involve my horse, Dino.

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The “Mad” Mama

I saddled my horse, trotted down to the corrals and began to sort off the tagged pairs. I kicked three of them out, and then figured I would need to clear the corral of her (so I could tag the other 3 calves). I set about sorting her off. She actually threatened my young horse, but he’s cowy enough to stand his ground, and call her “bluff”. I was able to put her and her calf into another pen then waited for her calf to go to sleep and put her in the barn so I could tag her calf with no fear of retribution!

Once she was removed, tagging the rest of them went pretty smoothly. Of course I was trying to do this with my horse in one hand, and the tagger in another. I got all but one calf tagged. Today or tomorrow #222 will get his ear pierced. I don’t think his mama will bother me, she’s just very attentive so I’ll either have to wait for him to be really sleeping good and her not be around or wait for help so I can rope him and someone else can tag him. I like option two the best. Anytime I get to rope it makes things better!

Isn’t this little guy cute?

Adorable, right?

Adorable, right?

That my friends, is a day in my life!

Happy Trails!

How To Paint With Light

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Light Painted guitar shown in black and white.

A few weeks ago I was reading a great article over at “I Heart Faces“, about light painting in photographs. I’ve already heard of this technique and had the privilege to speak and hang out with Matt Normann this summer (because we were fortunate enough to have him at our branding). He’s an awesome lifestyle and commercial photographer and was full of words of advice for me! Briefly we spoke about long exposures, and it’s been something I’ve wanted to try for a while, but hadn’t made time to do it. That changed this weekend, when my eyes began to hurt from looking through, and editing, wedding photos. Below, I’ll tell you what I did, and how I achieved these “looks”.

What You Will Need

 

1. A Tripod
2. A remote, or at least your camera should be set to its delay/timed function, so you can push the button, and move away from the camera on the tripod so it will be still when it opens and closes the shutter to capture the image.
3. A light source. I used matches, but any light source could work. A lighter would have been easier to use probably. You could use a flashlight, sparklers, a laser pointer- use your imagination. I just used what I had for the look I wanted.
4. The ability to shoot in manual mode. If you don’t already know how to do that, the instructions below should help you gain an understanding, and should help you tackle a project like this.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again

 

Saturday evening I tried to follow the instructions from the aforementioned “I Heart Faces” Blog. Using my off camera flash and yadda, yadda, yadda- big fail. I wasn’t outside, so I was getting too much light from the flash, plus the cowboy wanted to watch football in my makeshift studio- hehe! Further, I clearly need to do some more research/practice using the “bulb” function on my camera. I also didn’t have an assistant, which should have made it easier for me.

Sunday I decided I would just use a long exposure, which is something I understand in theory, but hadn’t ever utilized. I mean, I’ve utilized a longer exposure at dusk (keeping in mind, if you’re holding the camera you shouldn’t leave your shutter open longer than your focal length- for example- if you’re shooting with a 28mm lens, you wouldn’t want to hold your camera and try to leave the shutter open for longer, than say 1/30s.

Seeing Results

I started with a 15s exposure time. Now, because I’m not a formally trained photographer, I started with a wide open aperture (f/1.8) on my 28mm lens. Someone who better understood their camera might have realized from the beginning that with a 15 second exposure time my aperture need not be open as wide as it would go. However, I needed to see how much light would be captured off the match, and I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to light the match and wave it in front of/around the guitar. I’m quite certain there is probably a formula somewhere for doing such things that would take the guess-work out of this project but the inner artist in me doesn’t much care for formulas, or math.

Here’s the result of my 15s, f/1.8, ISO 200 settings:

Burn, Baby Burn
Burn, Baby Burn!

You can see that it’s sort of blurry and smudged because obviously there was a lot of light. I actually had to darken the image with Photoshop.

The next photo I took I closed the aperture up to an f/4.5, turned the ISO to 250 and still used a 15s exposure.

Dazzle Me

Dazzle Me

This one, you can see is much darker. I just upped the contrast a tad in PS.

However, it still wasn’t what quite I was looking for.

I sped the shutter up to a 5s exposure time, turned my aperture to f/4 and left my ISO at 250.

I Heart Guitars

I heart guitars

This one required no editing, save for the fact that I turned it into a Black and white. I was liking what I got, so I tried something different- writing a word.

Love

...Love...

Now, had I used a 6 second exposure I may have gotten the “e” to show up better, but this is still a fun shot, I think!

I changed up what I did in the next shot by one f-stop (f/5), and by how I waved the match. Believe me, sometimes the matches don’t always co-operate, just sayin’. This shot I ran through a vintage pre-set I created in PS:

Vintage Reflection

Vintage Reflection

Zach’s guitar is an Ovation and it’s very shiny. I love how the flame from the match reflects off of it.

I wanted to try something different, yet again, and write the word Rock. I couldn’t get it done with only 5 seconds, so I upped the exposure to 6 seconds and the f-stop to 6.3

Rock, Baby

Rock, Baby

I took almost all the color out of this one and I like it this way!

Last, I was going to try to make the guitar look like it was burning.

Vintage Fire

Vintage Fire

I ran this one through a vintage pre-set and it wasn’t quite what I wanted, but I like it nonetheless.

I shot all of these with my 28mm, wide angle lens. I think the wide angle is often not as wide as it would be if I were shooting on a full-frame camera, but it’s still one of my favorite lenses.

I hope this helped you sort out what to do if you’re wanting to experiment the same way I did! The only way we learn and get better is to constantly challenge ourselves! You can see all these images in their respective gallery, here.

Happy Trails and Happy Tuesday!

A Cowboy Song

I really don’t know where I’ve been. About three weeks ago I discovered the music of Trinity Seely. I am in love.

Her voice…oh the voice. It’s so pure and well, I just love her. Give her a listen, and while you’re at it, you can see some photography from one of my idols- Mary Williams Hyde. There’s branding photos, ranching photos, photos from the Californios, and they’re wonderful!

I have to tell you – she may not be for everyone, simply because she writes about stuff she knows: ranching, riding, buckarooing, snaffle bit horses, and bridle horses. What do you think? I’d love to hear from you!

Happy Monday!

The Stuff Legends are Made Of

‎”I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.”

-Thomas Paine

I haven’t had time or spirit to write much, since 10 days ago, December 17, at 2:15am, someone special to me, that was loved, cherished and adored  by the DX family (and countless other people), passed.  To me at least, the saying above perfectly sums up the man I’m about to speak of, below.

Wayne Leo Ducheneax I, the patriarch of this family and father to Zach, my cowboy, lost his year-long battle with cancer that day. With his family by his side he passed quietly, and peacefully.

There’ve been a lot of tears along this battle, many shed since that day, and tears flow as I write this, but that’s not what this is about. He’d want us to go on living, and revel in our charmed life. Because “this too shall pass”.

Instead, this is about a highly principled man. A man who loved, first and foremost his wife,

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his children, his grandkids (surrogate or not), his friends and family,

Grandkids

and the Native People he worked so hard to serve in Indian country, not just here on the Cheyenne River Sioux Reservation but throughout Indian Country.

A thoughtful Smile

He was a two-time tribal chairman, and a one-term president of the NCAI (National Congress of American Indians). He met with congressmen, senators and the like. The accomplishments of a man who didn’t graduate high school are too numerous to list, and while I’m sure he’s proud of them, that’s not what this is about either.

In Thought Speaking

 

Wayne was a marine, a husband, a father, a grandfather, a brother, a friend, a rancher and horseman. He was one of the wisest, most educated people I’ve ever come in contact with. He used to keep a little notebook in his shirt pocket and when he’d come across a word he didn’t know, via reading or the television, he’d write it down, look it up and learn it. He was an AVID reader, and read everything from History to Lonesome Dove.

 

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He became a surrogate grandfather and father figure to many, and friend to our ranch interns and even people who’d come visit for the weekend. He was Wayne, Poppy, or Mr. D to so many. He was loved far and wide and always had a kind word, or a bit of advice to give, and everyone he liked was always welcome at his home anytime. He’d have had all seven of his children live with him if he’d have had his way!

There was always a smile and “Hello there” for me in the morning, and sometimes, admittedly, I’d put off my chores and ask him a question I knew he’d take hours to answer- usually something about the old days, Indian Law, or something about a treaty that had been broken by the US government or even about Indian Sovereignty, and he’d spout case law, and treaty dates like people spout curse words.

He loved hereford cattle and at one time had a registered herd.

Hereford Calf Registered Herefords

An avid team roper and champion heeler, he loved horses. He is responsible for the herd of horses here at the ranch today, their kind dispositions, willing attitude and bloodlines. While some trace back to old school runners such as Jet Smooth and Jet Deck, he would attribute the disposition and attitude to the bloodlines that he “discovered” in his early years–Sniper Buck and Dandy Fly–and that serve as the foundation to this day. If it were not for his love of horses, I’d have no Gumpy, or Dino.

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It seems to me to be only yesterday I was welcomed into his family with open arms.

It seems to me to be only yesterday when he was helping me do chores one cold winter (he hated the cold), and I’d get a driving lesson in either the tractor or the pickup.

It seems to me to be only yesterday when we had to go get our cows from the neighbor’s after a New Year’s blizzard. He drove the cake pickup, with his son Bud on the four-wheeler, while Nukie and I rode miles that day, through chest deep drifts, with Jake at our heels, gathering the cows to bring them home. I heard he was proud of me that day.

It seems to me to be only yesterday that he was telling me he was out of Nook Books, so I’d ask him what he wanted, and he usually knew – if not, I’d pick something and he would read it.

It seems to me to be only yesterday when I got a word of advice about making a heel shot on my then, colt, Dino, during a beautiful July 4th branding.

It seems to me to be only yesterday that even when he felt bad, he tried his hardest to smile and wave “good morning” to me when I’d pop into his home to grab a bite of breakfast, or say hello before I started chores.

It seems to me to be only yesterday, I’d arrive home from a barrel race and he’d ask how I’d done and if there was video to watch.

He loved me even though I am a “god-damned Republican”. Hehe! We had so many conversations about politics, life, horses, starting colts, riding with Buck, the breeding program and countless other subjects too numerous to list. He was smart, and wise and kind and thoughtful – even if he was a Yellow-Dog Democrat. He was like that with people – he loved them for who they are.

The erie feeling I got walking into that empty house the past two months when he was in the hospital and Granny was at his side has still not passed; though it’s getting better.

His chair being empty and the TV being off for those months, was hard to process. But it’s getting easier.

The hole left in the family will never completely close, but in his words, “this too shall pass”. Life will go on, and we’ll keep marching forward, clinging to the memories, the good times, and each other. He’d want us not to wallow in our sorrow, but to go forward, smiling, in principled thought, knowing that we were loved and that he lived a good, full life.

Rest in Peace kind sir, your legacy lives on.

Wayne Leo Ducheneaux I, September 25, 1936 – December 17, 2012

Riding With Buck- Day One

IMG_1018 Riding with Buck is like peeling an onion. You ride with him, you think you get it, and then you’ll be out in the pasture one day, riding of course or maybe your’e in the pickup opening gates for your cowboy, and “BOOM!” it hits you what he was saying. What you were supposed to feel. How the horse became centered. How he’s truly light in your hands. It never gets old for me, folks.

I’ve already been through a lot of the high points of the clinic as far as I can recall- and I’m sure as I go in and recount these days I’ll remember more.

For now, let’s talk about what an H2 class involves.

Before riding in H2, I had seen his ranch roping class, his foundation horsemanship class, and his cow working class. I’d ridden in H1, three times, but had never seen an H2 class.

Basically, H2 is an extension of what you do in H1, with some ranch roping and cattle work thrown in for practicality, and refinement. Or kicks and giggles for Buck. Probably for the practicality and refinement. The fact that Buck is entertained is simply a bonus for him, I suppose! More on this, later. Quite honestly though, it’s about putting what we have been learning, and hopefully teaching our faithful steeds, to use.

Since I live on a ranch, cattle working isn’t a foreign concept to me, though I don’t claim to be an expert; but I, more often than not, (these days anyway) get the job done. I also get to rope at brandings, though I certainly can improve. A LOT! Zach, My Cowboy, likes to refer to my roping the dummy as “personal development” time because he doesn’t like to hear me whine around about missing, A LOT, at brandings. I didn’t grow up with a rope in my hand. But I did rope breakaway calves in high school and college. I wasn’t great, but I didn’t completely suck either.

Day one of the clinic was basically a sped up version of the whole four day, H1 class. Also known as “dry work”. He wanted to see that our horses could pick up a soft feel, carry the feel through walk/trot transitions, and he wanted to see that they could disengage the hips, and bring the shoulders through. So turn arounds, backing circles, soft feel and for some of us, collection.

We worked on several things at once, actually. He wanted us busy. Hindsight being what it is, this may have been why I was utterly exhausted at the end of each day. Well, that combined with all the thinking I did, and Dino’s (I HEART HIM) sticky accelerator. As tired as I was at the end of each day, you’d have thought I don’t ride much!

Going to the right (he sends you right A LOT, y’all), we began by working on getting our horses to walk out, while we would pick up a soft feel, have them NOT slow down, pitch them back the reins, and have them walk out again. Then he upped the ante and had us ride them to a fast walk, pick up a soft feel and cary that down to as slow a walk as we could get them to take without stopping. You might need that slow walk when walking into a herd of cattle. I like to call it the creepy-crawly walk. He wanted our seat, not our hands to do the work and I thought this drill was great.  So we did that.  When he saw that our horses were doing well, he told those folks in the class whose horses were carrying the soft feel well, that they could trot as they wanted and work on the soft feel at the trot, and carrying it through upward and downward transitions. He wanted us doing upward/downward transitions on a soft feel, giving it back, picking it up again, etc.

After he felt we had that working good, we added in disengaging the hips and bringing the shoulders through. He caught me this day with my right leg in the way; and I was thankful he did. I’m so right-side dominant that I really have to focus on keeping my right leg out of the way and that made my right turns clean up so much- becoming cognizant of where my leg was.

When we thought he certainly couldn’t add anything else, he threw in some open serpentines, and leg yields. If you’re unfamiliar with a leg yield, it’s essentially your horse being bent (with proper flexion of course) in the direction you’re going. So you might leg yield your horse to the corner of the arena- since they may tend to fall toward the center or away from the fence when they make a turn.

You can leg yield your horse three ways- they can lead shoulders first, even, or hips first (or haunches out if you will). He wanted us to get our horses good at this because we were going to need this for the next three days in our dry work drills.

IMG_1390 v2 We also talked about hackamore horses and Buck gave us his laundry list of things he wants his horses to be able to do and told me mine isn’t ready- that he’s doing good but he’s not there yet. The list is EXTENSIVE. Though he also says if you’re doing everything you want to on your horse, you can put them in the hackamore. His list is lead simple lead changes (one trotting stride and on to the next lead), the start of flying lead changes, they can lope short circles at least as short as the length of their body, he’s roped several hundred head of cattle, they’re gentle, and well, you get the point. I’ve got simple lead changes going pretty good- and when my right leg is out of the way I’m about 95% on them. I haven’t roped several hundred head yet- only 50 maybe, but I’m pretty pleased with where Dino is. He may, at this stage, as a 5yo, have a solid 2 years of riding on him now, so I have to remind myself that 1. I’m not in a hurry, and 2. He’s a rockstar. Because really he is.

As class came to a close, Buck talked about what we’d be doing in class the next day- when the cattle arrived. We’d be having a little friendly competition. We would have to cut cattle out of herd, take them to the other end of the arena, and file them in front of a roper. If we spilled the cattle we were out and would have to do 10 pushups, or 20 jumping jacks, and if you were man, and were tired from doing too many pushups you also had the option to skip across the arena like a girl, and curtsey at the end. If the team was successful and got the cattle to the roper and the roper missed the pushups/jumping jacks were on the roper alone. This got a laugh out of everyone and we were pretty excited about that for the next day.

Essentially that was day one. He scared the poo out of me, when near the end of the day, he said he wanted three barrels for the next day’s class. I know what that drill is all about and I hadn’t, up to that point, loped very many circles on my horse. I just kind of stopped loping circles on my young horses (which is strange for someone who runs barrels, I know) after Shuttle’s injury. I figured if I can pick my horse up and have him get round when I asked, that’s good enough. But Buck says we should lope circles on our horses. We don’t have to lope a lot, but they need to know how to do it. And if I want to be able to counter-canter, loping circles is kind of essential. I have to remind myself that Dino is 5 now, and he’s been allowed to grow like a horse should, and he’s been taken really slow, so since the clinic I’ve been loping circles whenever I ride, and we’ve even started to be able to gather up enough to lope some short circles. Someday, I know, those will become canter pirouettes, but I’m in no rush.

I love how, after riding with Buck I come home and it feels like I really progress. Does anyone else feel that way?

Happy Trails!

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Chief Swiftbird’s house at Sunset:

Chief Swiftbird's house at sunset

Up for grabs is this gorgeous photo, snapped with my iPad during sunset on Branding day this summer. This week only get 25% off and FREE shipping when you purchase a 12×18 metal float mount, right here through this very site! Normally priced at $182.92, you can own this lovely piece of art for $137.77 (plus 4% tax for South Dakota Residents- sales tax will be refunded for non-SD Residents).

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Chief Swiftbird’s House

I snapped this photo after our branding a couple weeks ago with my iPad. There’s a lot of history surrounding this old structure but I won’t bore you with that right now. The photo will speak for itself.

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Happy Trails!

Monday, In Pictures

Yesterday I felt like I was living in Texas, NOT South Dakota. The Mercury reached all the way to 103. And it’s just barely July, not August. We need some rain, and lower temps, but there’s very little relief in sight. The silver lining is that we should be in the upper 80s for branding this weekend, which, needless to say, I’ll take!

Through a collective effort we got all the chores done yesterday morning and the kids headed to the house to beat the heat. Had they not been to the river the day before and sunburnt themselves, I think they’d have headed to the river again yesterday. Instead there were movies and beading (more on that to come soon!), in the A/C!

I took the time in the heat of the day to go check water gaps and visit my mare, Shuttle and her baby, Bombshell.

Or at least I made an attempt to go see her.

Here’s a shot of my trying to find the horses (All photos are SOOC via iPhone):

Oh, here they are!

But where is Shuttle?

After scouring the pasture I couldn’t find her.

So I headed back to the house to get a drink and ran across some almost-grown-baby-sharptail grouse who were hiding in the grass near the edge of the gravel road:

When I got back to the house, our cousin showed up and said: “you know, Shuttle is in Scatter Butte Creek, right?”

To which I replied, “Thank goodness!”

So I hooked up the pickup and trailer, grabbed a bucket of oats (because we all know a horse will sell their soul for oats) and went to pick her up. The oats were a bonus. She’s never been hard to catch- even in a pasture 2 sections big!

There you are!

I got her caught, loaded her up, and her smart, pretty, little baby, Bombshell, just walked right in the trailer behind her. I decided since she escaped a river pasture that I would put her in a pasture that’s nowhere near the river so there’s no water gaps to walk around (which reminds me- I best go see how she got out of that pasture today!).

I got her dumped off, and went to get a glass of ice-water and took a five minute cat-nap at the kitchen table. The sun on a hot day like yesterday will really suck the life right out of you. The phone rang, which woke me up, and I decided I’d go unhook the pickup from the trailer, and water all the stock in the corrals again. I watered critters three times yesterday and they were always grateful to see me!

I got all the critters watered and just as I was getting ready to unhook, the cowboy showed up and told me he was going to go fix fence. Now, I can’t resist him, so I jumped in and went with!

I snapped a few photos along the way:

I think, if you look close, you can see a mama deer. She had a baby hidden away in the creek:

I just thought the light on the creek grass (I have no idea what kind of grass this is) looked pretty:

When we got to the first water-gap, what do you think we found? Yes. A set of wire stretchers. Random? Not for here. It’s like Christmas when you go fence. Sometimes you find plammers, sometimes you find a post pounder, and today we found a wire stretcher!

Here’s the section of fence to fix:

And of course we can’t have a blog post about fencing with my cowboy if there is no photo of him, right?

He just chuckled at me as I took photos of him.

I told him he was going to be in a blog post. I cannot tell a lie.

There’s water in the creek!

A pretty view of Scatter Butte:

Open spaces:

The creek:

A dried up dam- only because we need to have it repaired. Again.

Sorry. More Scatter Butte:

And that, my friends, was my day in pictures!

Happy Trails!

Branding, Branding and more Branding!

It’s been a busy past few weeks. We’ve had one branding after another, after another.

I have a lot of photos to share. Mostly photos my niece took.

I’m telling you folks, she’s got talent this girl!

Here’s me and the Dino (aka, DX Jurassic Classic) getting ready to make an attempt at roping something:

I really like this photo she snapped of the two ponies together!

You can see how soft my horse is in this photo:

I love Dino. If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, I don’t keep that a secret.

This photo makes me look handier than I truly am!

I heart Dino!

And his big brother, Gumpy!

And my cowboy!

And there was this adorable little girl that I captured riding her big brown horse:

He was a doll of a horse.

Boys will be boys:

This cousin of ours is just cute!

And of course, we had to have a photo of my pretty fingernails!

Happy Trails!

Thursday’s View

I’m way behind in sharing photos and stories of what has gone on here at the ranch the past couple weeks. What can I say? It’s summer. Which means I’m busy. Please forgive me.

So in the meantime, a few photos of calves from this past weekend’s branding will have to suffice.

These photos will be made available shortly for purchase.

Happy Trails!