My First Blog Award!

Thanks to Heidi I’ve been given the Honest Scrap Award! To utilize it, I must share 10 scraps of information about myself!

1. I am new to the world of optimistic thinking- the glass is half full sort.

2. I’ve always wanted to live on a ranch- and now I do.

3. I was born in Oklahoma.

4. I wish I were a native born Texan.

5. I didn’t grow up with horses. I got my first horse, Butch, the summer before my 12th birthday.

6. My junior year of high school, I sang the national anthem at the IFYR with the governor of Oklahoma standing right next to me.

7. My senior year of high school, I sang Michael W Smith’s “Friends”, in front of George Strait at the Texas High School Rodeo Finals, in Abilene.

8. I love to rope calves and tie goats. I haven’t done either since college but hopefully the summer of 2009 will allow me just that chance!

9. Dolce is my first foal.

10. I dream of making the NFR someday.

So, I now bestow this award on a few blogger friends of my own:

Jill

Venecia

Rachel

Let’s see what they have to say!

First Calf Heifers and Ramblings…

Yesterday we gathered up the first calf heifers or female calves that are yearlings and have been *covered*, or bred, for the first time- hence they’ll be having their first babies come April/May). It was time to preg-check them and see how many *open* or unbred heifers there were.

I started out on Sonora,and all began, wonderfully; I was even beginning to remember why I love that mare so much! And why I enjoy riding her. Brandon rode Dozer, Jill rode Paris and Zach rode Max. Since Sonora has had Dolce, riding her has been a bit of a challenge, as she is a great mama, and doesn’t want to be away from her baby. Her baby however, is going on 4 1/2 months of age now, and really could be weaned. I threaten it daily, but it isn’t going to be convenient until we wean all the ranch colts.

We got the heifers gathered, and they were going through the last pasture to get home, and my horse started to jig (my least favorite thing) and didn’t want to walk, and was whinnying in the direction of the barn and I decided when she could walk, I’d let her go to the house. Zach, Jill and Brandon, all on sane horses at this point, put the heifers in the first holding pen and then Zach came back to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind about my horse. We did manage to walk home, but it took some doing, and some bending and some rubbing of her to let her know we’d could make it back, but only if she walked. She puts me in a bad mood, so Zach says I’m not allowed to ride her until after we wean the baby! Fine by me. I want to choke something usually after I’m done riding her, anyway!

I was going to learn to preg-check yesterday, but the girls weren’t really standing very still, so we decided I’m going to learn when we bring in the cows, since they’re used to be preg-checked and will be more still. I’ll have my arm shoulder deep, up a cow’s ass and I’ll be covered in cow shit! FUN!!!!!!

Gump worked his ass off yesterday for me, and I love him so much. He’s going to be a free runner, I think, so I’m going to have to add to my repertoire of riding skills and learn to keep his nose around a barrel, so he’ll finish his turns. Oh, and Gump, he loves me too!

I’ll try to take photos of my Shuttlebug today. Speaking of, she’s got a chunk of mane missing, and those of you that know how much I love her mane, will know that that makes me a bit nauseous.

Zach rode Sonora to put the heifers back out to pasture last night. And as always, he says he likes to ride her. I’m glad, since there are times when I feel like we are not on the same page when it comes to horses. I think it’s that self doubt coming out in me, that same self doubt that says, I must not know what I’m doing. That self doubt that says Zach only likes my horses because they’re mine; not because they’re anything he’d ever really own.

We ended up with 12 unbred heifers out of 43. One of those will come to be called, Yummy, I think, since we’re going to eat her. We’ll be fattening her up, along with a steer named T-bone. I love beef!

Today is Zach’s Birthday; I baked him a cake last night. I don’t know what the day will hold for us (besides that I’ll ride the Gumpers!). The BFF is headed out to Montana for a tour of the west, and she’ll be back in SD on Saturday, to meet me at a barrel race. I’m contemplating going back with her to TX. This may sound strange, but I don’t really miss too much about TX. I miss her and all my friends and all the barrel races there are to go to, but other than that, I’m a happy little cowgirl up here and I don’t need to be back there. I don’t even miss Mom and Dad (sorry guys).

Nine days until I’m another year older.

Alltel for my Girls

Oh, Alltel, oh Alltel!

Wherefore art thou Alltel?
Why do you forsake me so?
Why do you mislead me so?

Ok, this one’s for my girls.

Jill- you apparently called me 3 times yesterday and NOT once did my phone ring or show me that I had a missed call.

Rachael- You apparently called me back, after my phone hung up on us, and after I called you back and got your voicemail and again my phone showed no missed call.

This morning, I checked my voicemails.

The phone said I had 2. When I got the voicemail lady’s voice she said, “you have 4 unheard messages.”

I am beginning to have love-hate relationship with this cell-phone-forsaken-state of South Dakota, and I will flatly tell you that ALLTELL SUCKS BALLS! and they do a poor job of it at that. They are by far, the absolute worst phone company on the ENTIRE planet earth, and their technology sucks ass and I hate them. However, they are the only choice. Cell service is spotty, yes, and there are only a few places here that I can actually talk on the phone (which is completely torturous for those of you that know me!). I understand that there are only a *handful* of people where I live, like 100 in 850,000 acres. I get that, I really do. But the fact that their phone or service or wherever the breakdown is can’t:

1. show me a missed call
2. show me that I’ve got a voicemail
or
3. show me that I’ve got the correct number of voicemails just goes through me.

I know. I know. I can’t control it, but I’m wondering if I call them and say, you suck, your phone sucks and this is what it’s doing (or rather not doing) if it would improve the service any?

Probably not. I’ve learned; not a single corporation anymore, really cares about keeping people happy. They only care about making money.

Asshat Alltel. That’s what I think about you.

So girls, as much as you don’t want to leave me voicemail, my phone doesn’t let me know you even called so please do, because I can’t return a call I missed if I don’t know I missed it.

Another Day of Playing Cowgirl…

And a rattlesnake.

A couple weeks ago, on our way to the house from the ranch, there was a real, honest to goodness rattlesnake in the road. Zach backed the car up, and opened the door so I could see it. It sat there, coiled up, looking quite fearsome, with its forked tongue going in and out, and his tail going 9-0. Yeah, I don’t wanna meet him while I’m waking in the pasture someday.

Up here they are mainly prairie rattlers with the occasional diamondback rattlesnake to be found. They are usually killed by the ranchers when they find them, and their rattles sorta give them away. Since I’ve been here, there has only been one horse snake bit, and his little nose swelled up to about 2 and a half times its normal size and in a couple days he was fine. They do keep a steroid on hand, in case they need to give a steroid shot should a horse not get over it on their own. Horses are so big, however, that they manage quite well to get snake bit and keep going.

Yesterday we rode a couple colts out to gather the yearling heifers and the three bulls that were with them, so we could take the bulls out and put with the cows to make sure all the cows get covered. Those heifers that aren’t bred, will almost all be sold as open, but that is another story altogether.

I was on a colt with about 12 rides, Zach was on a colt with around 35 rides and his daughter was on a finished horse; the neighbor was with us on his colt as well. We’re all riding along, and then I hear, “Rattlesnake!” and then the pppttttppptttppptttttt of his tail. I’m like, I don’t see the snake, and Kelsey, Zach’s daughter is like, you just rode over it. Crap. Zach and the neighbor get off their horses and go look for it, but it had gone back in its den.

We got the bulls sorted off, loaded them in the trailer, swapped horses, and went to move the ranch’s cow herd to another pasture. Three folks horseback, and a four wheeler and we moved 15 bulls and 500 cows, two pastures over. I wish I’d have had my camera because it was one of the prettiest things I’ve ever witnessed, and there would have been some great photo ops to be had.

I’ll tell you though- being horseback like that, and doing a job, while it beats riding and training on colts in the arena, is sure a LOT of work. I got back and fell asleep for 20 minutes on the couch. I was utterly exhausted.
That was my excitement for yesterday.

Nora’s Getting Faster

I Played Cowgirl

Jill would say I am a cowgirl, not just a barrel racer. So she thinks I’m a total nerd that I freakin’ loved yesterday.

We took three colts, the neighbor, zach and myself, up the road to help another neighbor move their cow herd across the gravel road that their land is on (it’s the same gravel road that this ranch is on).

There were probably around 15 bulls, and about 275 mother cows and their babies, so around 550+/- head of cattle had to be gathered and moved out one gate, down the road, east to another gate on the north side of the road about a mile. Altogether we probably moved them around 3 miles.

What was fun about this, for me, well, lots was fun actually.

One was probably actually getting to move the cows. But more-so that we moved cows down a road. Lol. No cattle crossing signs, here, but I think people know, and besides that, this gravel road isn’t really well-traveled, save for the occasional grain truck, the fuel trucks and the folks that live down this road.

Second was that I was actually doing something I’ve always wanted to do- and I’m going to get to do more of it; for as long as I’m here, which I’m honestly, planning on not going back. The people are nice and I’m living a life I’ve always wanted. I’m still in a bit of culture shock, but regardless, it’s so much fun and I’m learning so much.

Third was that getting to do a *JOB* horseback, is probably one of the best things for colts, and here, I can do a job on my futurity colts, rope on them, track cattle on them, and I’m learning some *cowmanship* in the procesess. Yes, ladies and gents, there’s a right and wrong way to move cows. I’m gonna learn how NOT to scatter cows from hell-to-breakfast, as Zach would say.

After getting to move cows in the morning, we went to the barrel race last night. That was great, and Nora took half a second off of last week’s time. I’ll post video later.

I am going to learn to be a cowgirl, complete with chinks, handmade bits, spurs and a bridle horse (which I already have)!

Let’s Define the Word Friend

Friend (according to dictionary.com):

1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the Boston Symphony.
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?

I am pretty sure, that people that are really friends, don’t run off and screw you at the first chance they get. That is what has happened since I’ve moved from Texas.

I’ve got what I thought were *friends* in the horse business that have absolutely no respect for me or my ability, telling folks that the horses I sold them are not good or are not what they needed. If they respected me, or were really my friend, wouldn’t they have given me the common courtesy of a phone call, asking me what my thought process was? Or saying, I think this is the route I’m going to have this client go now what do you think? OR even, a “Thanks for the business you sent me.” Instead I hear from people that they had nothing good to say about me. Sometimes I think I’m a very bad judge of character. I really thought highly of this person. Now, not so much.

I have clients, that I worked very hard to serve and do right by for the last two years, that will no longer speak to me. Am I so horrible or did I so mislead them? What is wrong with people that when they have a problem with you, they won’t just come to you and say, *XXXXXXX*?

I have made a lot of referrals to the people that I used in the business and other than my vet, not a soul has said thank you for me 1. being loyal and 2. for the continued patronage. I don’t understand.

Makes me wonder, if this woman and the folks that I thought were loyal clients will do that; who else does too? Who else thinks I’m not all I’m cracked up to be; or that I make bad decisions, or don’t do right by folks?

I have a headache. Not entirely from this situation, but from a cold that I’m fighting off. It has gone around the ranch, and I think I’m the last one to get it. On another note, my allergies are better here.

I Miss Texas

I got really homesick today and cried for an hour.

I miss my friends.
I miss being able to go run an errand on short notice; as opposed to spending all day doing errands, since town is 50 miles away.
I miss discussing the Hispanic that drove 20 mph under the speed-limit (and made us all late), or the horrid crime some illegal committed, with other folks who understand (since they’ve lived near it and see how it affects them).
I miss my fellow red-staters.
I miss being able to feel like I can be myself and not wonder what the ramifications will be for doing so.
I really miss the girls’ night outs and the ability to meet new people and make friends. Not that all the people here are boring or not nice or not worthy of my friendship; that’s not what I’m saying.

My situation makes for a unique circumstance in that I’m surrounded by people, all of whom are really nice and who I like. But they’re not my people. Does that make sense? Not my girls. Not people that I have a whole lot in common with; other than that we’re all at a ranch in South Dakota and we all love (or at least like) Zach (most of them because they’re related to him!). But I believe friends come in all shapes and sizes and I pretty much like all people. Maybe I’m just having a bad day…

I don’t wanna sound like I’m complaining or close-minded or anything like that. Because I’m not. I’m exceptionally blessed. And I am open- minded enough to learn about the people here, their culture and why they believe what they believe.

I just miss the familiarity of friends, my Jill, my Shuttlebug, my Texas, and big barrel races that aren’t hours away.

To Return a Horse…

During the last weeks I spent in Texas, I was introduced to a woman, through one of my best clients. They were looking for a horse for their family. This was to be their first horse and they were ready to take the plunge into horse ownership. She called them during a group lesson one Saturday- on a Saturday when her own 7yo little girl was riding this particular horse.

They immediately headed over, and their oldest daughter got on and rode him around. He did great for her and they said they wanted to come try him again. So they did. They then went on vacation, called me- from vacation- and said they’d like to purchase him but it would have to wait until they got back and could I help them with lessons while I was here for my last week or so. I agreed to give them horsemanship lessons so long as time allowed. They came and rode him on a Monday evening and again, he did excellent. There were, as there often are with novice riders and kind horses, a few communication problems. Tuesday they came and paid me for the horse. The horse actually belongs to Zach- whom I work for (and with) in South Dakota. He brought him down on a trailer load of other horses and figured if I didn’t sell him, at least we’d end up getting to use him for lessons and I’d have another nice, kind horse to ride in my barn.

They knew the horse was from South Dakota. As with any horse purchase that I facilitate and where the owner dictates, I produced a bill of sale. In that bill of sale, Zach had agreed to give them 30 days to decide if they want to keep the horse. In that 30 day time period, he agreed to buy the horse back so long as he was sound and fit.

They had the horse for a good 10 days or so, and called us to say that he wasn’t working out. That he’d thrown 2 people. They were less than cordial though they did admit that they felt they’d caused the problem. Upon getting to the bottom of the cause of the problem (which was a lack of a keeper from their front girth to their back girth) they argued about whether my saddle even had one- and we’d specifically discussed this as there isn’t a horse on this entire planet that won’t have at least a mini-come apart.

Since the initial phone call, from the very stern voiced- husband to this woman- who was less than nice- they have been offered on at least 3 different occasions to have help getting the horse back to South Dakota. They’ve decided it’s not their responsibility, but the bill of sale dictates that they receive their refund upon the return of a sound a fit horse. They argue they bought the horse in Texas, therefore they don’t have any responsibility to return the horse any further than where the horse was purchased.

We sent a fellow professional horseman, and friend, over to asses the horse to see what the wrecks they’d managed to cause with the horse had done to him mentally, as there were still several other people interested in this horse. She agreed that at this point, we can’t sell him like he is, as he can’t be saddled. She also said that they were not really nice to her, and they were completely defensive and wouldn’t let her get a word in. All they said pretty much the entire time she was there was, we have an *unconditional* money back guarantee. Right.

After that meeting, Zach and I both got phone calls from the woman, with her telling us she wanted to share the *series of events* that had occurred that day with the fellow horseman. Neither of us returned her call as we were not interested in a he-said-she-said, and moreover, not concerned with a novice perception of where the horse was.

At this point, we’ve not heard anything back, and Zach has asked me to step away from the situation as he is worried about the fall-out and the situation in general, affecting my relationship with the client who made the referral. I went so far as to send that client an email this week asking about how their lessons with their new instructor were going and to let her know that I’d been removed from the situation. Now this client has always been very good at getting back to me, and in 4 days now, I’ve heard nothing. So I have no idea if she is upset with the situation or not. I should probably call her, or should I leave well-enough-alone? I just don’t know any more.

Anyway, the whole situation is bothering me, and I’d like, a lot to call the folks that bought him and give them a piece of my mind, and then I’d like to talk to the client that made the referral, and I just basically don’t know what to think anymore. I get that people new to the horse business don’t understand how things work, but I also understand that in a sitaution like this, the seller isn’t who loses money, it’s the buyer that has decided the horse doesn’t work for them. Furthermore, these people have NO FREAKIN’ idea how lucky they are that they did business with someone that will take the horse back- but they don’t want to lose any money- they want every penny the spent on the horse repaid- and btw- we knocked money off the price of the horse, b/c they asked. I can pretty much guarantee that the next time someone wants to ask for a discount, that they buy it, they own it and well, tough. You want a money back guarantee, you will pay what we say the horse is worth. Period.

I’m so upset.

A Productive (And Horse Injury Free) Day!

Yesterday I finally got a chance to unload my trailer. Zach built me another 20 bridle hangers out of an old fence post. I love this seeing as how it will hold my bridles in the correct shape. Then he bribed, via a case of beer, his cousin to build me some saddle trees to hold my saddles. I got the entire trailer cleaned out, and reorganized and have some bits to send to Jill (yay for you- nosebands coming your way!) and seeing all my tack in one place, is well, wow. I have a lot of it!

Shuttle is getting better and should get to go live with Jill this week on Friday or Saturday. I’m very glad. She’ll stay there for a month at least, and then I’ll head back down to Texas, assuming it’s ok with my Doc and he feels confident in the ability of the leg vet here in Rapid City to continue to help her heal to soundness.

I believe that Nora finally got bred yesterday. Time will tell, but I’m thinking she did. Dolce is getting really big. Here are pictures…



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