Tag Archives: branding

GATHERING TO BRAND

 

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Neighbors visiting
behind young girls and babies
headed to the gate.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: “Gathering”

 

Belle Point Bunch Branding

 

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A beautiful day to brand some nice calves with the help of good neighbors.

State of the Sierras

 

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Looking over Dry Creek and Kaweah River watersheds to the Kaweah and Sawtooth Peaks on my way down from the Paregien Ranch with a Kubota load of oak after gathering cows and calves to brand on Tuesday. Beautiful Sunday, but accumulated snow is light. Talk of the long-awaited El Niño influence is sounding surer from local weathermen as they predict rain for Thursday-Friday and Sunday-Monday.

We have lots of choices to begin our branding season, but opted for the climb up the hill to the Paregien Ranch in case we get a series of rains that might make our road impassable. Here we go!

 

WPC: THE DANCE

 

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In the branding pen,
the steady dance of old hands
celebrating spring.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion

 

WOOLY CANYON DAWN

 
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Blankets and leather
rest ready for the gather,
cowdogs in the shade.

 

McKee Branding — Woolly Canyon 2015

Beautiful day for the last branding of the season. At this stage of the game, we don’t know until we wake up in the morning how we’re going to feel about getting a horseback or roping in the branding pen. I’ve long been demoted from the ground crew wrestling calves when I’m not roping, relegated to visiting and watching the action from along the fence — which suits me fine.

Followers of drycrikjournal will recognize Kenny and Virginia McKee in nearly all the photographs of our brandings, and yesterday was our turn to try and repay them for their help all season. To be of help becomes increasingly important as we age, especially in this culture, and it’s been gratifying to see the next generation of cowboys mature as cowmen, horsemen and human beings. We’re truly grateful to be among them and this cattle community. Robbin was able to take a few photos between vaccinating calves that highlighted a day of fun while we got the work done.

 

Fresh Calf

September 5, 2012

September 5, 2012

 

We calve in the fall and brand in the spring. As newborns go, this calf is fresh, only minutes old and yet to stand and nurse. Robbin and I are off this morning to help our neighbors, Kenny and Virginia McKee, brand the last of their calves.

 

 

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THAT’S HOME

 

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Sulphur Peak – March 3, 2015

 

For most who don’t know, my family purchased the Greasy Creek Ranch from Earl McKee, mentor, surrogate father and good friend for nearly fifty years, where Robbin and I run our cows and calves. Upon seeing the photo of the two bull calves that escaped a simple gather to the corrals for branding, he was moved to write the following poem:

 

                               My mind recalls this precious glade
                      Where these two youngsters lived and played,
                          And like years ago their ears would hear,
                         The trumpeting wails of their fathers near.

                                That trail close by, I long have trod,
                        On a favorite horse, these hands have shod,
                       We both know the song that the Robins sing,
                 And the sounds of the cattle, where the cowbells ring.

                       Where the blooming Chaparral smells so fair
                            And the scent of wild flowers fills the air.
                      Who wouldn’t come back to this peaceful place,
                             To see Sulphur Mountain’s Majestic face?

                                I too, wish I could return once more,
                           To what these two calves, were longing for,
                           God planned for this place to be left alone,
                      And like them, I will always say, “That’s Home”.

                                                E. A. M. — 3/13/2015

 

NARANJA

 

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Beginning to end,
tender loins and fruit on fire
finding Nirvana.

 

 

WPC(1) — “Orange”

 

No, Virginia

 

March 3, 2015

Top of Sulphur – March 3, 2015

 

…you’re not the only ones
who don’t get ‘em all
gathered and branded:

mothers friends, born
and raised together
in trees tangled with brush,

running mates escaping
the Horse Lot in Greasy.
You were there when

they bolted at the sight
of more cowboys
than they’d ever seen—

panicked partners on a whim
hell bent through the fence
for the safety of home

will never know the ropes,
our hot iron or knife,
headache of dehorning

for the fifty pounds
of recuperation. Not worth
it now to anyone.

                                          for Virginia McKee

 

 

WPC(2) — “Reward”