Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 6-6-11 |

Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 6-6-11

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

There is a mountain range to the west and north of me called the Never Summer range of the Rocky Mountains. I am beginning to believe, gentle readers, that maybe that little tag, “never summer” is going to apply to our weather here along the front range of the Rockies.

It has been windy, wet and chilly all spring long and today’s writing is on Memorial Day. The wind is howling, it has rained and hailed a wee bit already today and it’s cold outside. We’ve had ample rain so far and the pastures are a brilliant green, but very short in growth.

I was on my way to town a couple of days ago and as you go east towards the interstate you can look off to the south and see the east end of my place. I have had a handful of steers out for a few days and I glanced over to see if I could locate them on the east end as they hadn’t been up towards the house since they were turned out. Yep, they were all down there in the bottom. The only problem was there were two of them on the wrong side of the fence. The wind was “howlin” that day also and if you’ve ever tried to move cattle on a windy, windy day you know it can be difficult. “Well, … that’s a fine howdy do,” I mumbled to myself as I knew I needed to turn around and go back home and catch up a horse and get those fence jumpin’ bovines back across the fence.

I was expecting the worst as they were a good piece from the only gate in that end of the pasture and I knew that if their buddies didn’t stay close enough to them to keep them comfortable, I would have a wreck on my hands. As it turned out I had little to no trouble at all. Ole Howdy, my ole paint hoss, did his job as we carefully moved the whole bunch towards the gate. I then threw the gate open, got around the two bunch quitters and quietly moved them down to and through the gate. It appears that one must have leaned on the fence to nibble on the other side and broke the top wire on the rusty old fence. He must have jumped over and his buddy followed him across the fence. I had to put my horse up and get some fencing tools and take the truck as close to the creek as I could and then walk the rest of the way to the broken wire and get it fixed.

All in a day’s work if you have livestock they will, without a doubt get out on occasion.

The weather girl says hot, hot, hot, for the remainder of this week and that’s just what I need. Let’s grow some grass!

I hope you enjoyed your Memorial Day outing if you had one. God bless those fighting men and women who gave their all for you and me! I do pray that they all may come home before very long.

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya’ll, all ya’ll!