Menu
Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New media
New media comments
New profile posts
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles and first posts only
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Forums
Cattle Boards
Breeds Board
Idaman
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Help Support CattleToday:
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Idaman" data-source="post: 770230" data-attributes="member: 14119"><p>Duane. Duane came to work for us as a young man in his early twenties. He had been raised out in the Chilcotin so he was very familiar with the lifestyle and people he might encounter. He was pretty good at staying alone in one of the camps with the cattle and he didn't need any supervision. He was truly a pleasure to have around. He also did not have a good dog so he got the job on his own merits. However, there are a couple of stories about him that we all have remembered.</p><p></p><p>One summer Duane was staying alone at the main cow camp at Yodel. The Yodel camp was the first one that you came to going into the back country. It was 26 miles from the headquarters and much farther than that from any other form of civilization including logging and mining camps. The road there was passable only in the summer and then only with a four wheel drive pickup or dirt bike. It was fairly steep in places and forded three or four small creeks. In addition there was a large mud slide that crept a little farther over the road each year. Nearly every year we had to run a Cat back there and push a trail through the outer tip of the mudslide to be able to get through with a truck. We always had to haul a full load of hay and propane to keep the camp stocked.</p><p></p><p>We kept quite a few horses at Yodel so that anyone staying out in one of the satellite camps who needed a replacement horse would just have to go as far as Yodel to get one. There was a fairly large fenced pasture around the cabin to hold 10 to 15 horses from July through October. One day Duane discovered that the gate on the road heading home had been left open probably by a fisherman on a bike. He looked all around the pasture but no horses, He waited a day or two not wanting to face that 26 mile walk in his cowboy boots.</p><p></p><p>Finally in utter dismay and frustration he started the long walk really early in the morning to beat some of the heat. In the middle of the day he rested in some shade along a creek and then headed out again when it had cooled off. He was all the time expecting to come upon the lost horses since they would surely have headed for home along this route. He was sure that he would find them in the Higgenbotham meadow just outside the outer ranch pasture fence. When he arrived there they weren't there either so he went on the six miles to the house arriving shortly after dark. He was limping and very sore footed as he had worn several blisters on his feet from the ordeal.</p><p></p><p>He stayed in his house at the ranch a few days healing up but went up every day to where the horses would be held up if they tried to come home. They never showed up much to his dismay, Finally, I suggested that we take the plane and see if we couldn't find them. There were two major routes home for them to take so we had to fly a pretty big area in looking for them. After we had been up looking for about an hour with no luck we were back behind Yodel so that we had to fly over the cabin to head back home to the airstrip. When we were right over the cabin we spotted all of the wayward horses standing right in front of the cabin with their heads on the porch overhang for shade. I thought Duane was going to cry but I don't know which from. Either the joy of finding the horses or the awful realization that that major walk was completely unnecessary.</p><p></p><p>In the late fall Duane helped feed the weaned calves and was around the corral all the time. At this time he was sharing a house with another young man who had a house cat. Duane liked playing with that cat and did so every evening. One evening he noticed that the cat had a long worm hanging out of his rear end. A few days later when we were having coffee with the whole crew in the cookhouse Duane said he sure hoped he hadn't gotten worms from that cat. Duane was very clean in everything he did so these sort of things worked on his mind. For quite a while after that every time one of the others in the crew would spot a worm in the manure they would immediately call Duane over and ask him if that was the kind of worm he thought he had. Duane became obsessed with the potential and really worried about his supposed condition. Our foreman came up with the bright idea that he had read about a natural cure for worms. He told Duane that he should eat three fresh cloves of garlic per day for three days and then take a lot of laxative on the fourth day. Duane's food order that week included the garlic and laxative and everyone was anticipating the humor of the outcome.</p><p></p><p>After the garlic arrived Duane kind of hung to himself at coffee and then on the fourth day he didn't show up for work at all. Actually it was a couple of days before he was his old self again. He ended up taking it very well but never mentioned worms again although he threw the cat out and refused to let it back in the house.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Idaman, post: 770230, member: 14119"] Duane. Duane came to work for us as a young man in his early twenties. He had been raised out in the Chilcotin so he was very familiar with the lifestyle and people he might encounter. He was pretty good at staying alone in one of the camps with the cattle and he didn’t need any supervision. He was truly a pleasure to have around. He also did not have a good dog so he got the job on his own merits. However, there are a couple of stories about him that we all have remembered. One summer Duane was staying alone at the main cow camp at Yodel. The Yodel camp was the first one that you came to going into the back country. It was 26 miles from the headquarters and much farther than that from any other form of civilization including logging and mining camps. The road there was passable only in the summer and then only with a four wheel drive pickup or dirt bike. It was fairly steep in places and forded three or four small creeks. In addition there was a large mud slide that crept a little farther over the road each year. Nearly every year we had to run a Cat back there and push a trail through the outer tip of the mudslide to be able to get through with a truck. We always had to haul a full load of hay and propane to keep the camp stocked. We kept quite a few horses at Yodel so that anyone staying out in one of the satellite camps who needed a replacement horse would just have to go as far as Yodel to get one. There was a fairly large fenced pasture around the cabin to hold 10 to 15 horses from July through October. One day Duane discovered that the gate on the road heading home had been left open probably by a fisherman on a bike. He looked all around the pasture but no horses, He waited a day or two not wanting to face that 26 mile walk in his cowboy boots. Finally in utter dismay and frustration he started the long walk really early in the morning to beat some of the heat. In the middle of the day he rested in some shade along a creek and then headed out again when it had cooled off. He was all the time expecting to come upon the lost horses since they would surely have headed for home along this route. He was sure that he would find them in the Higgenbotham meadow just outside the outer ranch pasture fence. When he arrived there they weren’t there either so he went on the six miles to the house arriving shortly after dark. He was limping and very sore footed as he had worn several blisters on his feet from the ordeal. He stayed in his house at the ranch a few days healing up but went up every day to where the horses would be held up if they tried to come home. They never showed up much to his dismay, Finally, I suggested that we take the plane and see if we couldn’t find them. There were two major routes home for them to take so we had to fly a pretty big area in looking for them. After we had been up looking for about an hour with no luck we were back behind Yodel so that we had to fly over the cabin to head back home to the airstrip. When we were right over the cabin we spotted all of the wayward horses standing right in front of the cabin with their heads on the porch overhang for shade. I thought Duane was going to cry but I don’t know which from. Either the joy of finding the horses or the awful realization that that major walk was completely unnecessary. In the late fall Duane helped feed the weaned calves and was around the corral all the time. At this time he was sharing a house with another young man who had a house cat. Duane liked playing with that cat and did so every evening. One evening he noticed that the cat had a long worm hanging out of his rear end. A few days later when we were having coffee with the whole crew in the cookhouse Duane said he sure hoped he hadn’t gotten worms from that cat. Duane was very clean in everything he did so these sort of things worked on his mind. For quite a while after that every time one of the others in the crew would spot a worm in the manure they would immediately call Duane over and ask him if that was the kind of worm he thought he had. Duane became obsessed with the potential and really worried about his supposed condition. Our foreman came up with the bright idea that he had read about a natural cure for worms. He told Duane that he should eat three fresh cloves of garlic per day for three days and then take a lot of laxative on the fourth day. Duane’s food order that week included the garlic and laxative and everyone was anticipating the humor of the outcome. After the garlic arrived Duane kind of hung to himself at coffee and then on the fourth day he didn’t show up for work at all. Actually it was a couple of days before he was his old self again. He ended up taking it very well but never mentioned worms again although he threw the cat out and refused to let it back in the house. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
Cattle Boards
Breeds Board
Idaman
Top