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<blockquote data-quote="Idaman" data-source="post: 771995" data-attributes="member: 14119"><p>There were a few happenings with Pinecone that I forgot to mention and my family refreshed my memory of those times.</p><p></p><p>One revolved the time when he was practicing some aerobatics at the spring branding. He had a very fine saddle and was rightly proud of it. For some reason he had some bucking rolls added to it during the previous winter. On the way to the branding that particular morning he had bragged to the rest of the riders that "There wasn't a horse alive that could buck him off since he had gotten those rolls". Of course Ankles was anxious to disprove that myth, especially with a rope under his tail. We went through the bucking episode with no harm done except maybe to a little injured pride. Anyway after the rest of the crew had headed home and the cowboys were pairing up the branded calves and their mothers Pincone just couldn't let it slide and again he asserted his steadfast permanence in the saddle. To show he meant business this time he purposely jerked his rope up under Ankles tail. Of course Ankles needed to play his part in this ongoing saga, so he obliged and rocketed Pincone into low orbit on the first jump. When Pinecone landed this time most of the fun must have evaporated and quiet set in.</p><p></p><p>Some time later he was pushing some cows up the trail from Koster Lake toward Fareless Camp and something again caused him to become air born. This time, however, instead of landing in a sitting position he landed perfectly erect and straight but upside down. Whatever part of the trail that the incident happened on must have been gravely or had some rocks as he got a nasty cut on his scalp and a bit of a concussion. One of the other riders brought him into headquarters and the ladies cleaned his wound and decided that he should be taken into Williams Lake to see a real doctor or at least the vet.</p><p></p><p>In his delirium he insisted that he be taken into town in his old station wagon so that if he had to stay a few days he would have transportation to the donut shop and a way home. To do this my wife had to drive the station wagon (this was without air conditioning in 95 degree heat) loaded with the patient and of course his dog Ruff (the imported one who also liked all the windows down in spite of the dust) and our foreman's wife who drove our truck so that the ladies had a way home. Shortly after they started Pincone told my wife to carefully watch Ruff and if he started to drool stop real quick and let him out as he was very prone to car sickness. It was a long, hot, very dusty trip with five or six quick stops for Ruff to regain composure.</p><p></p><p>They made the delivery and all went well.</p><p></p><p>A happy ending to the story was that Pinecone eventually married a very nice lady and took up the profession of maintenance man for logging camps where his wife cooked.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Idaman, post: 771995, member: 14119"] There were a few happenings with Pinecone that I forgot to mention and my family refreshed my memory of those times. One revolved the time when he was practicing some aerobatics at the spring branding. He had a very fine saddle and was rightly proud of it. For some reason he had some bucking rolls added to it during the previous winter. On the way to the branding that particular morning he had bragged to the rest of the riders that “There wasn’t a horse alive that could buck him off since he had gotten those rolls”. Of course Ankles was anxious to disprove that myth, especially with a rope under his tail. We went through the bucking episode with no harm done except maybe to a little injured pride. Anyway after the rest of the crew had headed home and the cowboys were pairing up the branded calves and their mothers Pincone just couldn’t let it slide and again he asserted his steadfast permanence in the saddle. To show he meant business this time he purposely jerked his rope up under Ankles tail. Of course Ankles needed to play his part in this ongoing saga, so he obliged and rocketed Pincone into low orbit on the first jump. When Pinecone landed this time most of the fun must have evaporated and quiet set in. Some time later he was pushing some cows up the trail from Koster Lake toward Fareless Camp and something again caused him to become air born. This time, however, instead of landing in a sitting position he landed perfectly erect and straight but upside down. Whatever part of the trail that the incident happened on must have been gravely or had some rocks as he got a nasty cut on his scalp and a bit of a concussion. One of the other riders brought him into headquarters and the ladies cleaned his wound and decided that he should be taken into Williams Lake to see a real doctor or at least the vet. In his delirium he insisted that he be taken into town in his old station wagon so that if he had to stay a few days he would have transportation to the donut shop and a way home. To do this my wife had to drive the station wagon (this was without air conditioning in 95 degree heat) loaded with the patient and of course his dog Ruff (the imported one who also liked all the windows down in spite of the dust) and our foreman’s wife who drove our truck so that the ladies had a way home. Shortly after they started Pincone told my wife to carefully watch Ruff and if he started to drool stop real quick and let him out as he was very prone to car sickness. It was a long, hot, very dusty trip with five or six quick stops for Ruff to regain composure. They made the delivery and all went well. A happy ending to the story was that Pinecone eventually married a very nice lady and took up the profession of maintenance man for logging camps where his wife cooked. [/QUOTE]
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