|*Last Sunset over the Sydney Sugar Beet Ground*
The trouble with it is that it takes a few days to wait on the results of a blood test to allow legal transport.
So rather than pick up the horse I have contracted in Glendive... and roll southeast to South Dakota to pick up the second and then swing southwest... I've had to go to South Dakota first and then I'll back track the near 400 miles to Glendive before I can make the turn south and west.
The consequence is, he who was supposed to be number two is now number one. This morning this guy, a fella name of Cody Jack will climb in the trailer to start the long ride to winter camp.
With him on board we'll turn back to the fairgrounds in Glendive to wait on the paperwork that will allow me to load this gal... who goes by the moniker of "Foxy" ... cuz it's easier to say than her whole registered name...
I'll make a bit of a slow trip with fresh horses with little hauling experience. There's a fairgrounds in Sheridan for the first night. Then I'll stop in Fort Collins for maybe two nights. The haul to Cochise winter camp is a touch over 900 miles. I'll make that a two day haul as well...
... and then the work begins. Have pens to put up/build... water to line out... and young horses to start. Probably need to get another book started in there somewhere as well.
The good weather we had for the harvest was NOT good for piling beets. It was too warm. That shut us down several times to wait on cooler weather.
The consequence of that was that rather than twelve hour days with lots of overtime... we had way too many off days and six hour days. That meant all straight time and a huge bite got took out of the overtime hours... which all settles out at less money than I'd been kinda countin' on.
But... me being that stubborn puss gut I am, I simply refused to give up these two. Decided; "No Sir. That just ain't gonna happen." __ and Peter got robbed to pay Paul. Here's hoping I can slip the coin back into his purse before Ol' Pete finds out!
I'd actually planned on three for my "winter work"... didn't really make what I needed for these two... but... Like the song says; I just "Bowed my head, gritted my teeth and rode in to the wind".
It looks like I'm either making progress at goin' back to horse... or I'm sinking fast. Time will tell. At least if I'm sinking... with a trailer loaded with this sort of Quality, a cowboy can die happy.