Thursday, April 17, 2014

A Bit of Truth About Cliven Bundy et. al.

This isn't about cattle or who owns the land. It's not even about Cliven Bundy.

It's about one man acting in ways that says YOU and the "American People" and their corrupt government are losing their power to control one man and his family.

"Free" society doesn't like such disobedience.

The truth is the American experiment is dying... just as surely as the prospect of Freedom is dying in those soviet republics now being reconquered by Putin... with the world drawing line after meaningless line...

That carries the echoes of Chamberlain and Hitler... "Peace in our Time"...

Now we bring that same sort of arrogance home to a small corner of Nevada... and one man standing against corruption, malfeasance and a political order that sees people as cattle... and NOT the free people they like to fantasize themselves as being.

Sure, you can run about and spout your ideas... as long as you stand within the "Free Speech area"... move out of that and you are tased and beaten... You are only permitted to speak your mind in approved ways. Step out of those approved ways and your ideas won't be questioned or debated...

YOU will be personally demonized. YOU will be shouted down and YOU will be crushed under the weight of obedient Sheeple. Your ideas will be buried under the volume of the personal assault... and THAT is the intention.

Let a man like Bundy stand up against your corrupt and cannibalistic masters in D.C. ... and the good little serfs who complain day after day of the actions of those same corrupt parasites will be the FIRST to line up and shout what a vile and selfish person he is... because he's not "Paying his fair share"... Paying to who? Them?

And those saying he was damaging the land? Endangering a freaking tortoise? What do those hypocrites and liars do? They tear out the water tanks and the water lines put in by that "damaging rancher" that made that land even habitable for wildlife...

You know what Jim Bridger and those mountain men found throughout much of the west? NOTHING. That's right. A very great part of Nevada, Utah, Arizona... all across the west was uninhabitable by deer, coyotes, birds... just about anything... because there was NO WATER...

But there is water you say? There are stock ponds and wells... 

Who put in that water? The forest service? The BLM? ANY Federal agency? No. It was THE RANCHER. and not with their Fees. They did the work directly (above and beyond the "Fees"). The fees just flow back to D.C. to pay for Congressmen's pensions.

...and then all the people reviling the actions of men like Bundy scream that he's not paying his fair share... because the federal mordida hasn't been paid.

The ranchers did the work. They drilled the wells, dug the ponds and tanks. Ran thousands of miles of water lines so their cattle could utilize the land...

... and WHO or WHAT benefited? The Wildlife that could now ALSO utilize that land... and YOU who had the lowest cost of food of any "developed" society on earth... due to the improvements sweated, bled and PAID FOR by the Ranchers and Farmers who put them in On Their Nickle.

It was the Ranchers... not the sierra club, wilderness society or friends of the earth. It was the Ranchers who have spent their lives nurturing the land with their sweat, their blood and their hearts.

Now, in reward for generations of hard work nurturing and improving the land while running against the federal wind... they are run off it at gunpoint.

You always hear the fabricated claims of overgrazing...and how they do it for generations... except for a tiny, little, ignored fact of physics... Ranchers who overgraze - Don't last. It's a mathematical equation. The land is an unmerciful mistress. If you don't live with it in sustainable ways... She will crush you. The only way a Rancher can remain in business, is to nurture the land with care and wisdom... but care and wisdom is a foreign idea to government.

Government is Only concerned with power and the obedience of the ruled.

When the metal meets the meat... there are only 3% who are going to stand with the likes of Bundy. The rest, the Sheeple, are going to sit quiet (when they aren't bleating obediently to their masters; "There's one! There's one! Get him!) and wait to see which way they are to be herded.

Baaaa Baaaa Baaaaa...

You wonder how the Germans did what they did to as many? You are watching it!

Don't like my language and my ideas... Tough.

Brian

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Custom Made Saddles...

Two custom made saddles... Two pretty different ways of going...

The saddle on the Yamaha was built for me by Dan and his crew at Bitchin' Stitchin' in Lakewood, Colorado...



It carried me to Alaska, across Montana, down the Pacific Coast Highway a ways... across the Arizona Desert and through a few snows and muddy roads in Colorado.

The other is the working saddle I designed based on a Wade Tree and had built by Rocky Minster in Chandler, Arizona back in about '88. I changed the cantle a bit, had him leave out one of the ground seat pieces to lower the front of the seat even more than usual, changed the horn to be even a bit stouter than normal.

It's the best saddle I've ever owned and the most comfortable I've ever rode.


Both of those saddles have carried me quite a few miles. I rode that Wade for a lot of years. That Cowboy saddle took me through blizzards, heilatious hail storms, mud bogged and got upside down with a fool bronc once or twice.

I think it also may be able to lay the stronger claim to any part of me that I like or that's of any use.

There's an old saying around the ranches; "I never sold my saddle." ... well... I never did... when it comes to that Wade... I never will.

There's a lot of memories in both those saddles...

Thinking of the Sunny Slopes of Long Ago
Brian

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Forgotten Wreakage..

Much of the Country, more concerned with the latest troubles of the Kardashians and the most recent political scandals ... haven't given a thought... to real difficulties.

The dashing of hopes and memories... the near erasure of entire communities...

The summer of 2013 was the summer of the floods for Colorado... after a couple of years of devastating fires...

The Name for the continuation of living around here is Come Hell or High Water... Colorado Mountain Strong... from the burning hell of the fires to the raging waters... Colorado has taken it and kept on going...



Took off for a drive up into the Big Thompson Canyon area headed for those far blue mountains. The canyon runs up into the mountains pointing at those snowy peaks which stand above Estes Park.

It's coming up on a year since the storms. The damage yet remains. Years will pass before it is all healed. It wasn't just a little bit of water. From just west of Loveland on into the mouth of the canyon the damage begins and repairs are ongoing... for miles.

The town of Drake... was largely erased. Two or three buildings remain... the general store and the post office. Another across the road... but most else is pretty much gone. The cabins on the higher slopes are there... Rebuilding has begun.

The road itself, running up the side canyon appears to have largely been scoured out. Miles of pavement are gone. What appears to be largely fresh fill replacing it...




Bridges start nowhere... and end nowhere... the land gone on both sides...


This little bridge... had served what appears to be a pic nic ground or campground... served by this outhouse...


Not much of that camp is left...


Cabin after cabin, house after house left hanging above... nothing... those that were even left at all...

We passed great large areas of canyon bottom...scoured clean by the floodwaters... where I remember cabins and small farms...



Another pic nic / camp area... look at the picture above... the abutment in the center... used to be... the far side of the stream... You can see the fireplace and tables in the background...


Now... from the other direction... you can see how much land was removed... and this is miles of destruction above the confluence of this side canyon and the main Big Thompson Canyon...

Estes Park itself seems to have weathered the best... Though it was quiet in this early season... But along the main canyon of the Big Thompson river... Mile after mile of ruins...










These are just a few that remain to even be photographed... saw many spots where what had been there... was just... gone...




Here... they've already filled back in that whole hillside, which had washed away... below these cabins...


Crews and folks are moving everywhere with the advent of spring. Hauling debris, dumping fill. Tearing out the ruined... building new... picking up what's left and moving on.




Even the road that was built after the last great flood... designed to withstand such rages...


Was nearly lost... when the river ate out the rock underneath it. You're not supposed to be able to see those pilings under the road way. They'd been set into the rock of the river bed. Until the river removed the rock! They were repairing a mile or so of this sort of damage...

Wreakage... you look at what's left... and what you can do with it... and then you pick up the pieces, move on and get to work.

Brian