Baxter Black

Bein’ a country vet, I’ve had my share of emergency calls regarding escaped animals. Feeder steers in city park, buffalo at the mall or snakes in the schoolyard. But none of my rescue missions can compare to Gary’s tale titled “The Day Ike Toured Fairview.”

I was ridin’ pens for Horton in the fall of ’91. It was early October and the run had just begun.
He was buyin’ calves like crazy ’cause the price was on the rise
And you couldn’t see his pupils for the glitter in his eyes.

Who said, “There is no such thing as a stupid question?”

1. Is that cow really angry with me for messing with her cute little calf, or is that just a defensive posture she assumes because it is expected of her? 

Pete was invited to put on a working stockdog demonstration at the agricultural fair in the nearby town of Perdue, Saskatchewan. He could have brought his own lambs that were “dog-wise,” but his hosts offered to furnish the sheep.

Now, everyone I ever knew that did much work with stock has spent some time in practice throwin’ houlihans at rocks. And be they real cowboys or pretenders with a hat, all dream of ropin’ just one steer in three-point-nothin’ flat.

I was at a Farm Bureau meeting and scheduled to be on their program. I stepped off the elevator and a dark-haired lady greeted me in the corridor. “Does anybody tell you that you look like Sam Elliot?” she said, “My husband just loves your stuff.