Monday, November 23, 2015

Ponies, Rats, Rocks and Root Hog or Die!

Progress on winter camp proceeds very very slowly. Materials requiring Dinero, like fence posts, fence wire etc. are difficult to accomplish when the Dinero is all in somone else's pockets.

Started re-seasoning that long unused dutch oven... makes kind of a pleasant sight sippin' my brew as the evening cools down fast at sunset... once I start bakin' up my biscuits___um um um__ good Eating!

I have also started the rat wars. There's a variety of 'em around. It's not that I truly despise the dirty lil' beggars... but where you find a lot of those vermin... you find more snakes.

Now, the sort that just slither around and eat rats, no problem. Kings, Gopher snakes, etc... but... in this part of the world, a good population of mickey's cousins generally means a healthy population of the sort of serpent that buzzes when you come around... and THOSE I don't permit to live close by.

SO... the bait's have been goin' into tunnels... as soon as I find some, gopher bombs will smoke 'em... fewer rats... fewer snakes... but for right now, it's pretty much a standoff.

Gonna start on the round pen this week I believe, dinero or not. A few posts and go as far as I can till more dinero shows up. Gonna fall back and do it pretty much an old time cowboy pen.

Can't afford a welder, so... treated wood posts and girts (to deter the termites for a little while)... and then, I found a saw mill clear over into New Mexico. (hope to find one closer... but the greenies shut down all the mills I knew of in arizona years ago...  resulting in that Half a million acre Blaze a few years back from badly overgrown forests)

The mill is needed as I'll be hanging "slabwood" slats vertical on the girts. Approximately 6" to 8" wide by 7 or 8 feet tall raw slab wood "planks" will wall the Round Pen. That'll give me a tall and secure pen.

That round pen is an issue because... well... I don't much like doin' Quigleys... You know what that is don't you?

*Imitating Mathew Quigley is tough on shirts!*
That's when your 160 pound butt is dangling on the end of a 30' rope as you get drug across the desert by a thousand pound pony!

Yeah... the filly is easy and far more co-operative. She longed sweet and easy.

The colt, uhhhh... he's a mite greener. Something goosed him after 3 or 4 turns. He was coming around to the left and sudden like cut back to the outside...

Jerked me off balance 'fore I could react. I ran 3 or 4 steps maybe trying to catch up so I could set and pop him back around... buuuut... surprise, he outran me!

The last 10' of that longe line sizzled through my paws till I hit the big knot and rubber disc on the end and then guess who got popped?

Yup... A genuine Quigley... dragging through 75' or so of Arizona desert with my nose in the dirt before I managed to stop him and get a handle on the situation. Or... like he prolly thinks; "Before -I- stopped!"

Like I said to some others before; I love Arizona, but it TASTES like shit! One of those "root hog or die" sort of moments... as we weren't in a pen... if I come loose... and HE got loose... aw... it'd be a tough while tryin' to gather him back up.

I must admit it was a bit of a left handed ego boost; The old buster has enough Cowboy left to hang on! That colt learned one thing. He can run, but he can't knock me off the end of that line! ;)

So... his training is kinda suspended till I get that pen up...

In the meantime I'll dig post holes... and haul rock to work on the other lil' projects I've got in mind... hit on one yesterday; rather than buy gravel or whatever for the path to and around the fire pit, there's so much rock around, it'll take a while but I'll just collect up enough flat ones to lay down a native stone surface.

Might even do that on the whole deck area... though that'll mean a Whole Lot of Rock!! but I got time and sweat... and that makes up for a distinct lack of riches.

annnnd I'll keep on working the filly. Since she's been saddled before, I should be able to be astride her in not so long a time with little risk.... and THAT will be a huge lift to my spirits.

- Brian

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Slowly Shedding a Lot of the Stuff of Soh-Sigh-Uh-Tee...

And getting back to where I wanted to be. Each day has its chores. Each day a fresh part of who I was, and what I was pokes up its head.

*My ponies just out the door greet me each morning*

The small things... when your horses whicker to you when you step out at sunrise to toss them a flake of hay...

When you glance up and see your spurs hangin' on the wall when you come in the door from driving posts or moving panels...

or your hat hanging on a hook as you take your coffee in the morning...

The small things... that add a comfortable feeling to each day...

The days fall into a good and proper routine. Feed the horses. Do some work on putting this winter camp together...

Haul the load of water as it's needed...

I have but a small tank now. It'll do.

Hopefully, over the winter I can find a way to arrange a water trailer with a larger tank. That'll free up the truck from holding the water (which gets in the way sometimes when I need to haul feed or some such)

 Met a new neighbor a few days ago... just before a storm come a whuppin' in...

Little guy. not a whole lot bigger than a quarter. If he survives one day he'll be a dinner plate sized desert wanderer. ;)

So far we've got cottontail, Jack rabbits, Hawks and Owls. Quail, White tail deer, Javelina, coyotes and rats and gophers.

I know there are cougar around. and of course... Horses. :)

Yeah... a storm came and went. Not much really. rained a bit. Blew a lot. In some spots it snowed!

Got chilly at night. Down around 28 or so. Nice thing about "here" is... that's 'bout as tough as it gets. ;) and then the storm passes on by and heads for lands east...

Moved the pens to what I believe will be the permanent location and separated the colts... because Cora... the Buckskin, is proving to be a bit of a Hell Bitch... she's good with me, but she's a lil' bossy with CJ.

Bossy to the point she was kicking and threatening to grant me another vet bill, so now, they've got separate pens...

*Horseman's Winter Camp*

Slowly getting to work, working them. It's time to truly get "Back to Horse".

Part of that is working to put down the electronics...and... the drain of "social networks"... which are ANYTHING BUT social. I am working (And it's fearfully difficult) to abandon and ignore the news of declining human soh-sigh-uh-tee. It's a cancer on the soul that has its claws buried deep.

But, each day with Horses in this desert, the muscles to push away the insanity of humanity grows stronger... and its grip grows weaker...

My horses are waiting... and work on cleaning out the back of the trailer to get started on the next book...

- Brian

Saturday, November 14, 2015

I Am a Horseman... In a World I Understand Ever Less of With Each Passing Day

I grew up thinking I understood "man". I have discovered that understanding mankind is a lot like understanding women. If you think you can do that let me expose you to a lil' and hard to swallow truth; You friend are existing in a place called Wonderland!

Truth is, I grew up knowing what people were thinking. I could predict their choices and actions.  In large part I knew what they would say and do. Where they would go and why. A valuable ability for a soldier.

But the world has changed. Humanity has changed and the evolution has not been positive. The double speak of George Orwell has morphed into reality. Up is down. Light is Dark. Truth is Lie.

Evolution, if you believe in that theory, has morphed into deliberate degeneration. Rather than survival of the fittest it has become deliberate communal destruction of the fittest because it is not fair to be stronger and more successful.

Creativity and productivity are no longer Honorable. To profanely insult, denigrate, defame and dishonor is what makes you an icon in the current world.

Judging what the reasonable action of a thinking person will be based on the physical observed reality is no longer an accurate way to predict what their actions or choices will be.

There was the time I took considerable pride in being able to understand where a person "was coming from" even if I viscerally disagreed with their judgement. I might disagree but I could understand, I could comprehend how they could come to that decision or understanding.

That allowed me to make intelligent choices and decisions of my own in the interest of dealing with and co-existing with those people.

Now a days... I haven't got a clue... To quote Hawkeye quoting his father; "They are a breed apart and make no sense."

What is plainly obvious is painted as stupidity and that which has been shown repeatedly to be folly and lie is held up as towering wisdom... and any who speaks against that insane "Wisdom" is demonized variously as degenerate, racist, misogynist, misanthrope, deviate, selfish...

So what has that got to do with being a horseman?

Well... a guy at some point has to make choices. Does he keep on trying to comprehend the incomprehensible and repair the damage? or... does he simply accept the approaching reality of what those people are creating and walk away? Does he step out from under the falling tree?

If he steps away it's a given that he does so with a wounded soul.

Horses are Honest. They play no emotional games. They are transparent.

... if ... you choose to take the time and invest the effort to learn the language they communicate in and approach them in the same honest manner you are rewarded.

You are rewarded with a relationship with the purest and most wonderful souls the Boss ever created.

I am weary of the willful stupidity and mindless ego games of humanity. I can see the end result. To me it is as clear as a meteor streaking across the sky... and as unstoppable.

So... I go back to horse for the soul filling and soul healing power they share... and the joy they provide in this life.

While mankind... with its infinitely ignorant ego... like the meteor that races across the sky... burns up in that egotistical atmosphere he alone created.

Just a Horseman