Once again I am posting in the morning to try and stay on schedule. I am going to check each group of cows today and feed a bit extra to the yearlings hoping that things are safe and secure. Then we will drive to
We are headed to
You may wonder how in the hell a cowman from
In 1994 the Cougs had finished fourth in the Pac 10 with a record of 7-4. This was an all too rare winning season if you are a WSU follower. The team was invited to
After a few days of partying and visiting the sights of the city the day of the game finally arrived. It happened to be New Years Eve and my last night in cowboy heaven. I broke out my “undefeated” bright pink “brush popper” shirt to wear underneath my WSU stuff and headed to the game. The cougars had the second best defense in the nation that year and after scoring a touchdown on their first drive they added a field goal near the end of the first half. The Cougs only allowed Baylor (who averaged over 30 points a game) a field goal in the third quarter and won the game 10-3. I headed down to the River walk to celebrate. While there I was told of a country nightclub on the outskirts of town I had not yet visited. I ditched my WSU clothes and headed to “Coyotes” with my pink shirt, Wrangler jeans, Lucchese boots and cowboy bravado.
The place was massive and I quickly made the rounds looking for, well you know. Just when I was about to dazzle some blonde with big hair, big thighs, and a small mind an angel appeared and saved me. Christine was there celebrating her birthday (New Years baby) with her family and was walking back to their table with her sister. Her dark hair, bright blue eyes and perfection of her hindquarters made me slobber and say something stupid. Luckily she did not laugh or spray me with Mace and we spent the next several hours dancing slowly and talking rapidly. I was as smitten as a cowboy with a new can of
When the last boarding call was announced I asked for her phone number. She summarily refused but said she would take mine and “think” about calling me. As I flew home reality set in and I resigned myself to the fact that in another place and another time there was a spark but given the distance situation I did not hold my breath expecting her to call. Her delayed reaction to falling for my neon pink shirt and folksy charm happened the next day when she called me at home in
Today’s picture is cow 9136w with her new bull calf. Can you tell by the look on mommas face that this calf will be waiting until branding for a tag?
Today’s real environmentalist species found on the ranch is the American widgeon aka Anas