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)!