Opinion, Discussion and Analysis
It’s a big year for Ford Trucks, last week I was in West Virginia driving new 2015 Super Duty’s towing big trailers in the Appalachian mountains, this week I was in Detroit covering more news on the all new 2015 F150 that comes out closer to Thanksgiving.
The new aluminum skin F150 also has a new engine, the 2.7L EcoBoost V-6. While shedding over 700 pounds on the F150, even with the same displacement engine as the Toyota midsize Tacoma, the F150 with the 2.7L V-6 is rated to tow 8,500 pounds. Twin turbo 2.7L V6 EcoBoost with 325 horsepower and 375 pound foot of torque, Auto Start-Stop shutting of the engine when you stop and starting again when you let off the brake and the first gas engine from Ford to use a compacted graphite iron cylinder block, as used in Ford’s 6.7L Power Stroke diesel engine. Wow twin turbo’s, engine block from the diesel and more power than Fords 3.5L V6 Ti- VCT engine! The other two engine options in the 2015 F150 are the famous 3.5L V6 EcoBoost the 5.0L V-8. That’s three V6s and one V8 engine to choose from. Then when you move up to the Super Duty, you only get two choices, the 6.2L V8 gasser and the 6.7L V8 Power Stroke diesel.Learn more »
Do you know what this is?
Deanna White of Kiowa, Colo., is wondering if any of our readers know anything about this mystery object.Learn more »
Do you know what this is?
Amy Bashtovoi of Sidney, Neb., is wondering if any of our readers know anything about this mystery object.Learn more »
Right up front I will admit one of my very favorite places to experience Old West history is in Montana — Virginia City and Nevada City to be precise. The first time I went to Virginia City years and years ago, I was on a press trip with Travel Montana. We’d been tooling around Western Montana for several days visiting various locations, always looking for ideas for future articles.
When we drove into Virginia City, I knew I had found the Old West in all its glory. The buildings, now owned by the Montana Historical Society, are original. There was the Bale of Hay Saloon, Fairweather Inn, Rank’s Mercantile and other businesses. The Virginia City Players present a melodrama during the summer; the fire truck gives tours.Learn more »
Those two words send the fictitious Wyoming Game Warden Joe Pickett out on one case after another in the new collection of short fiction by C. J. Box that includes 10 stories, several of them featuring the character of the best selling novels.
If you read C.J. Box regularly, you might have seen some of these stories as most have appeared in previous anthologies or limited edition releases, but three of them are included in this collection and published for the first time. There are four stories featuring the novel characters Joe Pickett and Nate Romanowski, the master falconer who lives under his own rules.Learn more »
People have asked, “Where do you find ideas for humor?” Or: “What’s your inspiration?” “What do you think is funny?” And so forth and so on.
Most of the time, it’s a matter of choosing. Given the horrors happening all over the globe, one could become chronically depressed. While not suggesting serious matters should be ignored, I prefer to “sing about what is good and decent and enjoyable.” I don’t know where that quote originated, but it resonates in my brain.Learn more »
An interview with several dud wranglers and packers showed they have accommodated the increasing number of large people. Using Belgians, Percherons and their crosses are mentioned often. Draft horses are gentle beasts by nature and most wranglers are ready with a hefty footstool to assist in mounting up. This is done out of respect for the infrequent rider whose needs must be met. I admire the wrangler’s willingness despite the increase in cost to shoe, maintain and feed the heavy horses. The object is to give the customer a “good experience.”
Can you imagine an airline sending out a memo to all agents, flight attendants, telephone operators and bag handlers to make a significant effort to give the customer a “good experience?” As much as I depend on the airlines in my business, I cannot picture five or six airline executives sitting around the table debating how to serve them a better snack while on a three and a half hour flight.Learn more »
I’m not what you’d call a real people person. I like being alone with myself and enjoy people only in small bunches. I get the heebie-jeebies in a crowd or the big city and, like Owen Wister, author of “The Virginian,” I like the feeling that “each breath you take tells you no one else has ever used it before you.”
Other than my college years and one year on the outskirts of Albuquerque, I’ve always lived in, or near, a small town. For the past 30 years we’ve lived next to a sprawling state park on the outskirts of a town called Los Osos, where an onslaught of people has yet to arrive. I get my mail in a neighboring town because 30 years ago no post office boxes were available at our Post Office and some weeks, due to high demand, their allotment of one roll of stamps per week was sold before I got there.Learn more »
Gentle readers, I came across a really neat human intrest story and wanted to sharing with y’all.
I intend no malace towards anyone in this story which is a true story. Here we go ... it appears we have the arresting police officer on the witness stand being drilled by the defendant’s lawyer.Learn more »
I cannot believe the low temperatures brought into the Flint Hills by the so-called “Summer Polar Vortex” or the “Summer Polar Incursion.” This week of July is usually one of the hottest, and yet, here I am, waking up to low temperatures in the 50s and enjoying highs in the 70s. All in all, I appreciate this short little phase of global warming.
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I’ve always tried to do my part when it comes to benevolent causes in my community and around the region. I work hard to raise money for student scholarships through our Dollars for Scholars chapter, I’ve donated a little of my time as an entertainer to help people fight cancer at Relay For Life events, I agree to donate blood whenever I can and I always buy raffle tickets, popcorn, candy bars, fruit and most anything else kids sell to support their FFA chapter, 4-H club, scout troop or church group.
But I’ve never been asked to be the target at a dunking booth ... until last week. As the country song says, everyone’s kind of famous in a small town. I guess I was the closest thing to a local celebrity they could think of in my nearby town of Rugby, N.D., when the Lutheran church was recruiting victims/honorees for their dunking booth at the Pierce County Fair.Learn more »
The night before we left Scott City was full of tearful goodbyes and supper at our favorite local restaurant (and one of the few non-fast food restaurants in town) — El Dos. Though it was hard for us to move from Hays to Scott City two years ago, the move away from Scott City was even harder.
Though there are definitely drawbacks to living in a small town — things like gossip and clichés are common — it is also so much easier to make close friendships and feel integrated into the community in a small town. The people my kids went to school with were many of the same ones we went to church with, did 4-H with and just generally lived life with. I know that we will always stay in touch with people in Scott City, but it is never the same once you move away. I was not ready to go back to a large town and feel anonymous again.Learn more »
In the 1970s, USDA Food Pyramid guidelines called for an emphasis on cutting the fat. This low-fat diet stressed the importance of grains and minimized servings of animal proteins and fats. At the same time, obesity rates skyrocketed. Shockingly, the medical establishment has yet to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Slowly but surely, the times are changing, for the better, might I add.
I recently ran across an article on NPR entitled, “The Full-Fat Paradox: Whole Milk May Keep Us Lean.” Written by Allison Aubrey, she rounds up a couple of studies that show keeping the fat in our diets may actually help us manage our waistlines.Learn more »
Life is good in the summer in the Flint Hills of Kansas if you can somehow force yourself to overlook the heat, humidity, grasshoppers and chiggers. And adding fresh sweetcorn — ambrosia from Mother Nature in my books — to the garden mix of green beans, zucchini, new potatoes, and a few tomatoes right off the vine makes it easier to overlook those negatives listed above.
Plus, I butchered the “big half” the “dumb meat chickens” this week and will do the other half in a few days after they grow a bit more. It’s always a pleasure to be rid of those ignorant, grub-gobbling fowl, but it will be more of a pleasure when ol’ Nevah starts popping them into the skillet to add fried chicken protein to our summer cornucopia.Learn more »
Getting on means that you find yourself hiding things from yourself. For example, it is handy to have a land line in the house to locate a lost cell phone, which has ended up in unexpected pockets, ledges, laundry tubs, behind seasonal plants, or, the all time favorite hiding place: somewhere in the slim chasms of vehicle seats which are exactly wide enough for wallets and cell phones and keys and other vital objects to fall and disappear, but too small for a normal human hand.
When you misplace something, a good rule of thumb is look for something else, which greatly increases your chances of finding what you were not looking for. While looking for, say, your keys, you will often find the long lost nut that fell off tan appliance, years ago.Learn more »
The latest ploy of the animal rightists is to get people to think of horses as pets, rather than livestock. The Animal Welfare Council wants teachers to incorporate into their lesson plans the question, “Is a horse more like a dog or a cow?”
The animal rightists shot themselves in the foot on this one, after all, when is the last time your Quarter Horse curled up in your lap or sat beside you in your pickup, like some teenager in love? Tell your horse to roll over and lay on his back so you can scratch him in his secret spot and see if his leg jerks uncontrollably like a dog’s does.Learn more »
In the movie “Forrest Gump,” the hero is a nice man with a low IQ, whose simplistic reasoning usually made sense. His response to anyone who called him stupid was to say, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
My interpretation of that phrase is, “You don’t have to be stupid to be stupid.” One can have a high IQ and still be stupid. Which leads me into my observation that we in America have the “luxury to be stupid.” And we seem to take advantage of that freedom on a regular basis regarding the Endangered Species Act (ESA), for instance. Another idealistic dream gone septic. Remember the Snail Darter?Extremists have used and continue to use the goofiest reasoning to achieve their goals which usually means, if something is productive and people make money from it, it must be evil. And the most unbelievable thing is that the appointed government regulators cower to the lunatics.Learn more »
Do you consider yourself to be a polite person, gentle reader? I think that I am as I make it a point to speak to most folks that I come in contact with. However, too much of the time they are engaged in looking down into that little box that has all those configurations and icons in it, for me to get their attention. They don’t want to be spoken to I reckon when they are busy with whatever. For me, too much of that type of behavior too much of the time is being impolite.
I always make it a point to open and hold a door for the person coming in behind me or the one coming out towards me. Most folks here where I live in this little burg of Wellington, Colo., seem to be pleased when I do that for them. I know that it pleases me when someone does it for me, especially a young person. I believe that being polite is a virtue.Learn more »
In the play, “Older Than Dirt, the Musical,” most of the songs, poems and situations tend to reflect foibles and follies from the feminine point of view. But never let it be hinted that age-related vicissitudes happening to individuals of the male persuasion are ignored! The following demonstrates that Older Than Dirt is an equal opportunity spoof. (Tune: “Old folk song — Grammaw’s in the Cellar”)
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Psst ... do you want to know a secret?
Kids aren’t very good at keeping them.Learn more »
Traveling across Wyoming, you can come upon tidbits of history everywhere. Recently I was taking the road from Lander to Evanston, over South Pass, along the National Historic Pony Express Trail. It’s always fun to gaze out across the wide rolling landscape on top, from east to west, recalling the thousands of emigrants who traveled through this area on their way to Oregon or California. The two-track trail can still be seen here, carved into the soil by the wheels of wagons and handcarts, marking forever the determination and power of the dream of a better life out West. There are several marked historic sites, including one at Simpson’s Hollow, its monument marker stating: “Here on Oct. 6, 1857, U.S. Army supply wagons led by a Capt. Simpson were burned by Major Lot Smith and 43 Utah Militia men. They were under orders from Brigham Young, Utah Territorial Governor, to delay the army’s advance on Utah. This delay of the army helped affect a peaceful settlement of differences. The day earlier a similar burning of 52 Army supply wagons took place near here at Smith’s Bluff.”
While traveling this highway, you will notice, every once in awhile, white stone markers out in the sagebrush. These mark the sites of one or more of the historic trails that cross this area. I stopped and walked out to one of the 3-foot high obelisk. On each of the markers’ four-sides there was carved the name of one trail, this being an area where they all were the same route ... the Oregon, Mormon, Pony Express and California Trails. I looked across the vista of sagebrush and grass and wondered ... what would an emigrant wife have thought, the Wyoming wind grabbing her bonnet and blowing her apron and skirts with its normal firm ferocity, as she gazed west towards tall snow-capped mountains, knowing she still had hundreds of miles to go. Gosh, what strong spirits these women must have had ... heroic in my mind.Learn more »
There is a story in Texas that back in the 19th century a single Texas Ranger could handle just about any situation. Taking that premise, a new book from William W. Johnstone with J.A. Johnstone, follows Texas Ranger Hank Cannan after he is shot twice when tracking an outlaw.
Cannan makes it to the town of Lost Chance, located in the Big Bend country of southern Texas, where he begins to recover from his wounds. Once in the town he learns that Baptiste Dupoix, a gambler he really needs to arrest, may be more useful to him as a free man because there are other forces at work that threaten the people of the town, and the town’s very existence.Learn more »
The Agriculture Department announced the June Federal order Class III benchmark milk price this week at $21.36 per hundredweight, down $1.21 from May but $3.34 above June 2013, and equates to about $1.84 per gallon. The half-year Class III average now stands at $22.68, up from $17.74 at this time a year ago and $15.90 in 2012.
Looking ahead, Class III futures settled Thursday as follows: July, $21.38; August, $20.58; September, $20.32; October, $20.25; November, $19.81; and December, $19.50.Learn more »
Law and lawyers have fascinated me for a long time and at a recent meeting it dawned on me why. Words. How they are perceived, what they mean, how many ways they can be interpreted, not just by lawyers but to each one of us. One of the words we frequently hear now is ‘cowboy,’ but with a negative connotation. Around this part of South Dakota, ‘cowboy’ does not usually conjure up a contrary personality. So I did what any wordsmith would do, I looked the word up.
In addition to the definition of a cowboy as one who herds or works with cattle, is the colloquialism, “an unscrupulous or reckless person in business.” With this definition in mind I do not believe the people who use the word as a negative have a grasp of the definition. Mostly, it grates on me to hear the word we locally use to denote a hard-working cattleman, to describe someone in a negative light.Learn more »
I’m starting to write this column late on the Fourth of July — Independence Day! And a wonderful day it was — plenty of family and friends, scads of fireworks, and way-y-y to much to eat and drink.
Founding Father John Adams would have been proud of the way the Yield family upheld his vision for celebrating the birth of the United States of America with feasting and illuminations.Learn more »
What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas ... or so the saying goes. While there my muse became inflamed with inspiration. I didn’t leave it in Las Vegas; I brought the inspiration home. Twas caused by attending a performance of “Menopause, the Musical.” Hilarious presentation of The Change that women go through ... and you all know what I mean. Having passed the Change mile marker a century or so ago, I decided I’d write a musical: “Older Than Dirt, the Musical.” I’m starting with tunes on topics pertinent mostly to those of us shuffling along in our dotage years. Many are parodies to familiar songs; a few are original tunes. Here’s edifying, enlightening, completely off the wall tunes so far:
■ “Can’t Remember Squat” (parody to “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”)Learn more »
It’s a pairing I never thought I’d see. Chip and Al. Al was a cowboy I worked with for ten years. He was an example to lots of the young buckaroos. He was 25 years older than me. We met one spring when he was in a cow camp on the Brown Place in North Fork, Nev.
The ranch manager took him supplies once a week and paid him the first of every month. The manager put half his pay in a bank and gave Al the other $150 in cash. Al would climb in his old car and drive to Elko and he didn’t come back till he ran out of money. FYI, he was never gone more than three to four days.Learn more »
Signs these days work as well as an eight term Congress person. If a sign says wet paint, people touch it, and how often do you see an abandoned couch beneath a “No Dumping” sign? If your “No Trespassing” sign isn’t stolen, it only serves as an invitation to party and picnic on your private property. “No Hunting” signs only remind hunters to clean their gun in anticipation of hunting season, and if they see a big buck on your property there isn’t a sign in the world that will keep them off of it.
Let’s be honest, who amongst us when they see a 65 miles per hour speed limit sign doesn’t drive 68 or 69 just to see what we can get away with? In every restaurant that has a sign that says, “No shoes, no shirt, no service” you’re bound to see diners wearing tank tops and flip-flops because none of us like to be told what we can, or can’t, do. Some people see a “No Parking” sign and their reaction is, “Well, we’ll just see about that, won’t we now? No one is going to tell me where to park!”Learn more »
The last month has been pretty busy around the farm. All of the remaining does with kids were weaned, which means the beginning of the milking season. To make things easier I did order a basic milker.
It takes a long time to milk seven goats, but thankfully the vacuum pump milker helps to save my hands. It also allows me to do other things such as feed while I am milking.Learn more »
That’s what we have, gentle readers, FREEDOM! I would like to say we have absolute freedom, but alas we don’t.
I am writing this on the Fourth of July, Independence Day. I am also listening to a speech on the radio by Ronald Reagan in 1986 on July the Fourth. It makes me so sad to see where we are today in this wonderful land of America as opposed to where we were in 1986. So much has changed and not for the better in this old cowboy’s opinion.Learn more »