Dad let me know of a delinquent heifer that got on the wrong side of the fence and didn't want to go back. So I grabbed Devlin and the horses and headed home.
Chasing yearlings on a Friday morning in May... Don't tempt us with a good time.
First stop was to our Blessed Mother. Good place to check a cinch. Let's ranch.
We spotted her down in the greasewood next to the Gooseberry Road. Riding through these rocks and brush makes you feel like you're in Nevada. You get one chance at calves like this. We wanted to make sure when we jumped her she was heading in the right direction, so we stayed high.
Whatever you're chasing, you have to work together. One is the pusher, one is the wingman. Always ride to the head to steer them in the direction you want them to go.
Giddy up! A fence is worth 10 cowboys. Just steer her along the fence and we should make it home.
Got a little western at the Y. Devlin kicked Chief in high gear and cut her off at the pass.
Down at the barn we had all the gates set to make it her decision. Good choice, sister.
Then we walked her up to the rest of the crew where she was welcomed with open arms. Cows are doing good up on this flat.
Fun stuff. Good for the horses and good for our hearts. Nothing better for either of us than fresh air, green grass, and wild doggies. These cows are actually really gentle. Making up a nice bunch. Probably have them up here until June before we kick them to the irrigated pasture. Ranchin.
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