<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849</id><updated>2012-03-01T23:21:32.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ranching Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Jean Laughton Photography</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5540745481824937876</id><published>2012-03-01T22:44:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T23:21:32.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatting About Bertha Thode, Teams and More ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/37783880?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recording Lyle while heading out to cake the cows. Looking out over the ranch forgetting which decade of which century it is while Lyle tells stories of Bertha Thode - who grew up on the ranch back in the early part of the 20th century. She sounded like quite the bronc rider and hand. These stories led to Lyle talking about using his team on the ranch fifty or so years ago. Hold tight during the occasional pause as I had to get out to open a gate now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSM7wCqEkNs/T1BQYGC1fOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2UTviBdwPmo/s1600/Bertha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSM7wCqEkNs/T1BQYGC1fOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2UTviBdwPmo/s400/Bertha.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bertha Thode (left) on the Ranch back in the Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5540745481824937876?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5540745481824937876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5540745481824937876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/03/chatting-about-bertha-thode-teams-and.html' title='Chatting About Bertha Thode, Teams and More ...'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSM7wCqEkNs/T1BQYGC1fOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/2UTviBdwPmo/s72-c/Bertha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-145948600924422592</id><published>2012-02-25T23:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T14:38:45.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Meredith &amp; The Original Singing Cowboys</title><content type='html'>Local legend, BUDDY MEREDITH&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hillbillycountry.blogspot.com/2011/10/buddy-meredith-on-dixie.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(center) along with award winner JIM LOVELL (on bass) and Chuck Biegler (accordion &amp;amp; keyboard) - THE ORIGINAL SINGING COWBOYS. Photographed here just down the road from Crazy Horse Memorial near Custer, South Dakota - 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUBoVxJ5Zf8/T0nGOGupSbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1J_flK_Mm-c/s1600/Buddy1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUBoVxJ5Zf8/T0nGOGupSbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1J_flK_Mm-c/s400/Buddy1+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Meredith (born 1926) appeared with his band, The  Kota Cowboys (Bob Haley, Stringbean Svenson and Lowell Sterling), every  Sunday night on local Rapid City KOTA-TV's&amp;nbsp; Hoedown Jamboree during the  late 1950's and early 1960's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Info on Buddy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hillbillycountry.blogspot.com/2011/10/buddy-meredith-on-dixie.html"&gt;http://hillbillycountry.blogspot.com/2011/10/buddy-meredith-on-dixie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/PlkA5fFLpo0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlkA5fFLpo0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PlkA5fFLpo0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met Buddy in person at a Perkins (while having pie) after a traditional cowboy music show at the Heritage  Center in Spearfish, South Dakota. He made a b-line across the  restaurant to introduce himself and hand me his business card (it must have been  my old time Stetson hat!). From there I met up with him and the band to  take this photograph and then had a lovely time interviewing him and talk about the old days. He has since moved south but I do  see Jim Lovell play now and then - carrying on with the traditional cowboy  songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-145948600924422592?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/145948600924422592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/145948600924422592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/buddy-meredith-original-singing-cowboys.html' title='Buddy Meredith &amp; The Original Singing Cowboys'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUBoVxJ5Zf8/T0nGOGupSbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1J_flK_Mm-c/s72-c/Buddy1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3596281812605555227</id><published>2012-02-18T17:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T21:30:34.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calving Season Started a Little Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx4DgmPuqm8/T0BeOOJrIII/AAAAAAAAAz4/EV4ZLatyeDw/s1600/BabyNewBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx4DgmPuqm8/T0BeOOJrIII/AAAAAAAAAz4/EV4ZLatyeDw/s400/BabyNewBlog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Calving is scheduled to start early to mid March but I noticed Baby did not come to eat when I called the cattle in (she stands out even among a couple hundred cows). So I went in search and found her down at the dam with signs that she was trying to calve or had calved. I figured she either had a calf in her backwards or had 'slunk' it. We had to trail her in and luckily got her and another cow loaded in the trailer instead of trailing them 5 miles home. After an inspection, of which I will not go into detail, we surmised she either had a calf, which was no where in sight, it seemed, or aborted it. Ended up finding a very early calf she had lost a ways from where she had been lying - at least we didn't have to take her into the vet and have a c section. I was hoping for a white faced miniature version of Baby. Guess that isn't very 'cowboy' but ...&amp;nbsp; Hope to do my best to take care of the animals while they are here on the ranch but realize I can't control everything that happens. More calving stories to come 'As the Prairie Turns' ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3596281812605555227?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3596281812605555227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3596281812605555227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/calving-season-started-little-early.html' title='Calving Season Started a Little Early'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx4DgmPuqm8/T0BeOOJrIII/AAAAAAAAAz4/EV4ZLatyeDw/s72-c/BabyNewBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5965017203640236720</id><published>2012-02-14T12:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:03:33.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy "Bud" Farm Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/36784930?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old time rancher, Bud Williams, (now 98 / photographed at 94) on his place south of Philip, South Dakota. Bud was nice enough to let me come over and take photographs and have a chat. We talked about his childhood, working cattle, breaking broncs in the Badlands, his wife of many years Birdie, his bronc riding brother-in-laws and more ... here is a small sample. Thanks Bud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5965017203640236720?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5965017203640236720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5965017203640236720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/percy-bud-farm-williams.html' title='Percy &quot;Bud&quot; Farm Williams'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6578705911173246943</id><published>2012-02-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:55:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranching "Polaroid" of Baxter Badure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLF7-G5PZhA/Ty9pPrP6JEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/WOCuIU0KhCE/s1600/Bax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLF7-G5PZhA/Ty9pPrP6JEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/WOCuIU0KhCE/s400/Bax.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BAXTER BADURE BUILDING A LOOP.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BRANDING DAY NEXT DOOR ON THE DEVRIES RANCH - A FEW YEARS BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6578705911173246943?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6578705911173246943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6578705911173246943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/polaroid-665-snapshot.html' title='Ranching &quot;Polaroid&quot; of Baxter Badure'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLF7-G5PZhA/Ty9pPrP6JEI/AAAAAAAAAyk/WOCuIU0KhCE/s72-c/Bax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-26742760891475664</id><published>2012-02-08T23:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:03:10.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of Possible Coming Attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twl8DQwBY8/TzNgxQ4IGhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kCBtTzWFw1c/s1600/Calvingsnow2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twl8DQwBY8/TzNgxQ4IGhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kCBtTzWFw1c/s400/Calvingsnow2.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although calving is inevitably starting in a month - it may or may not be accompanied by snow. We shall see, as it is impossible to predict the scenarios that may arise. This snapshot, like a storyboard drawing come to life, was from a couple calving seasons back when we had several spring blizzards - turning drama to melodrama as we rode in near whiteouts and did our best to save new born baby calves. No second takes allowed. Pictured here is Lyle O'Bryan pulling a brand new calf in with Mama in hot pursuit. I can't say 'My Heroes Have &lt;i&gt;Always&lt;/i&gt; Been Cowboys' but they are now - the real ones anyway - and Lyle is the real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-26742760891475664?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/26742760891475664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/26742760891475664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/preview-of-possible-coming-attractions.html' title='Preview of Possible Coming Attractions'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Twl8DQwBY8/TzNgxQ4IGhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kCBtTzWFw1c/s72-c/Calvingsnow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-7435570282061318043</id><published>2012-02-08T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:53:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ranching Life - The Early Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oovH5V1_a-g/TzNZFy6ERuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2zKYkUaEPj8/s1600/XX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oovH5V1_a-g/TzNZFy6ERuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2zKYkUaEPj8/s400/XX.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out with the Crew on the old Double X Ranch - 2004 or so. The beginning days of photographing from horseback - before the big panorama camera. Early snapshot - early memory - just one scene from a never ending 'filmic' life on the Range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-7435570282061318043?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7435570282061318043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7435570282061318043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-ranching-life-early-days.html' title='My Ranching Life - The Early Days'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oovH5V1_a-g/TzNZFy6ERuI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2zKYkUaEPj8/s72-c/XX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-627647027068025233</id><published>2012-02-04T15:06:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:14:59.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrangling Horses on the Quarter Circle XL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV0Yr8YkQfQ/Ty2nYfLg0jI/AAAAAAAAAyY/U7-bPwb4OjE/s1600/Wrangling+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV0Yr8YkQfQ/Ty2nYfLg0jI/AAAAAAAAAyY/U7-bPwb4OjE/s400/Wrangling+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was back in 2005 or so, in the early stages of working on the ranch, when I had just started to photograph from horseback with my Noblex. Following along here as we wrangled horses one morning - &amp;nbsp;bringing them across the White River and into the corrals - then pulling two out to saddle up and get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrangling can be a great way to start the day - just you and the horses. One time I was riding behind a small herd and looked up to see five bald eagles flying overhead. And another time, a single hawk perched above, watching as we trotted by. There is nothing like the sound of your horse and the others making their way through the tall grasses and across the river crossings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured here is Lyle O'Bryan wrangling off in the distance. He says the best way he would break a young colt is to get them started then start wrangling on them the next morning and just let them fall in and run behind the horses ... It is quite beautiful to watch. I can't imagine how many mornings and how many different horses he as wrangled and colts he has ridden in his 77 years ... and still going strong. Me, I prefer to stay out of a dead run and enjoy the view along the way. (Those old time cowboys are a lot tougher than me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-627647027068025233?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/627647027068025233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/627647027068025233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/02/wrangling-horses-on-quarter-circle-xl.html' title='Wrangling Horses on the Quarter Circle XL'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV0Yr8YkQfQ/Ty2nYfLg0jI/AAAAAAAAAyY/U7-bPwb4OjE/s72-c/Wrangling+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5874530137054846557</id><published>2012-01-24T18:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:15:21.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJzDqCzYiYE/Tx9Qipnq1HI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BH0oJCdoWbc/s1600/Badtoday+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJzDqCzYiYE/Tx9Qipnq1HI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BH0oJCdoWbc/s400/Badtoday+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are a million beautiful places in the world, but this one happens to be it, for me, right now. Gorgeous way to end a peaceful day of feeding cattle and opening water for them. There is a solitude to the routine of winter ranching and taking care of the animals. Being a 'steward', of sorts, is a pretty good job. When you head into the pasture with a load of cake and several hundred cattle come running to you - you feel pretty loved. (even though you know it is just the cake) I still marvel at the way they respond to your call and come trailing in from half mile or more away and call back. Soaking up the view while waiting : hawk flying overhead, horses running on the ridge, big snow cloud moving in from the West, two coyotes running across the prairie and the complete quiet. You can really see the day progress and time seems to move slower. The fact that it still feels like I just got here, even though it has been several years, must be the result of experiencing life in real time or suspended from reality or in the midst of full reality? Whatever it is - it just is. I see all the events of the years playing in my head like a feature film but not sure I could ever convey how it was and really is some days when I stop to take it all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5874530137054846557?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5874530137054846557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5874530137054846557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJzDqCzYiYE/Tx9Qipnq1HI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BH0oJCdoWbc/s72-c/Badtoday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5504801677780469457</id><published>2012-01-17T18:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:56:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightly Dusted Cows &amp; Badlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwH2LFEataY/TxYaV3FhQDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mPSEjkKrS1A/s1600/Double.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwH2LFEataY/TxYaV3FhQDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mPSEjkKrS1A/s400/Double.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5504801677780469457?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5504801677780469457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5504801677780469457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/lightly-dusted-cows-badlands.html' title='Lightly Dusted Cows &amp; Badlands'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwH2LFEataY/TxYaV3FhQDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mPSEjkKrS1A/s72-c/Double.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3408621217031991283</id><published>2012-01-08T17:22:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:24:40.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Cowboy - The Rehearsal Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GJYvQumfo/TwoyXDA1qnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/eCw2YmN0aBU/s1600/Tonypony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GJYvQumfo/TwoyXDA1qnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/eCw2YmN0aBU/s320/Tonypony.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I never I said I grew up as a cowboy, although I did spend a lot of time riding "the range" (later on larger horses ... ha ha) on my Grandma's farm in Iowa - on the edge of the West. Not exactly in cowboy gear here - for shame, riding Tony the Pony in flip flops in stirrups that are way too long - not to mention being out of western costume and looking to be about outgrowing ol' Tony. But, it was still fun. I will pretend my sister is holding this bucking bronc to keep him settled down until I do my 8 second saddle bronc ride (insert big laugh track). It was a good dry run and practice which I sometimes draw from for the Method acting version of my current cowboy role out West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3408621217031991283?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3408621217031991283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3408621217031991283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/pre-cowboy-rehearsal-years.html' title='Pre Cowboy - The Rehearsal Years'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4GJYvQumfo/TwoyXDA1qnI/AAAAAAAAAkY/eCw2YmN0aBU/s72-c/Tonypony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5716862019138816452</id><published>2012-01-08T16:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:51:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis is My Dad is Elvis ... Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34755487?portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In honor of E's 77th Birthday I am re-posting part of my project ... "Elvis is My Dad is Elvis" ... The hair, the childhood, ol' Shep, the look, the shades, Elvis as Cop Dad as Cop, Elvis was a truck driver Dad was a truck driver, the hot rods, the motorcycles, the women, Lisa Marie - Jean Marie, the style, the side burns, the Charro! phase, Elvis as family man Dad as family man, Elvis in Vegas My Dad in Vegas, the poses and again, the hair. A tribute to Elvis and my Dad's enduring love of all Elvis. This doesn't really have anything to do with ranching, I guess, unless I work the "Lonesome Cowboy" "Flaming Star" angle.&lt;br /&gt;(project : Copyright Jean Laughton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5716862019138816452?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5716862019138816452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5716862019138816452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/elvis-is-my-dad-is-elvis-tribute.html' title='Elvis is My Dad is Elvis ... Tribute'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6404173828112120172</id><published>2012-01-01T23:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:55:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR from Pony and Me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqBnmi-h_-g/TwFHFu28xPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FaKAjK6JOsE/s1600/PONycopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqBnmi-h_-g/TwFHFu28xPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FaKAjK6JOsE/s400/PONycopy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here he is, the star of the show ... PONY ... Lifting his giant size champagne glass to make a toast for a Happy and Healthy 2012. Cheers to you and yours. May your reality be like a dream and your dreams become reality. Happy New Year from my superstar Pony and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6404173828112120172?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6404173828112120172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6404173828112120172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-from-pony-and-me.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR from Pony and Me ...'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqBnmi-h_-g/TwFHFu28xPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FaKAjK6JOsE/s72-c/PONycopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-7462595630454632604</id><published>2011-12-19T23:54:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:51:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Waiting in the Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51f_ZcowUvU/TxnBjJFKZDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MKgK2oIbAZY/s1600/POny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51f_ZcowUvU/TxnBjJFKZDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MKgK2oIbAZY/s400/POny.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Backstage, in his dressing room with a star above the door - rehearsing his scenes - getting into costume and preparing to walk onto the stage for his annual Christmas appearance - live and in person - the one, the only PONY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-7462595630454632604?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7462595630454632604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7462595630454632604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/12/pony-waiting-in-wings.html' title='Pony Waiting in the Wings'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51f_ZcowUvU/TxnBjJFKZDI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MKgK2oIbAZY/s72-c/POny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1590238360393365051</id><published>2011-12-01T16:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:27:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cattle Calling Time Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32994652?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff9933" width="440" height="248" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who is motivated by cake (the chocolate frosted kind) I understand the cattle's excitement to come running for their cake. Today started the beginning of our winter routine of feeding. With a precise cattle call, by Lyle O'Bryan, they came from miles away to snarf it up. (sorry forgot my windbuster for my mic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1590238360393365051?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1590238360393365051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1590238360393365051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/12/cattle-calling-time-again.html' title='Cattle Calling Time Again'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-4315136495431616148</id><published>2011-11-28T22:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:16:02.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanwhile, I am back at the Ranch ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vVV_zaO8zs/TtRsVpUv-NI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yemEB48IefA/s1600/Ranch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vVV_zaO8zs/TtRsVpUv-NI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yemEB48IefA/s400/Ranch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the set, the back lot, the Western stage - after a short Thanksgiving holiday. Ready to get back into 'costume', rehearse my lines and step back into my reoccurring role. The supporting cast awaits in the pasture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-4315136495431616148?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4315136495431616148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4315136495431616148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/11/meanwhile-i-am-back-at-ranch.html' title='Meanwhile, I am back at the Ranch ...'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vVV_zaO8zs/TtRsVpUv-NI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yemEB48IefA/s72-c/Ranch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-159856041585943433</id><published>2011-11-12T19:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:54:33.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready to Ship Calves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cACVDjKmVaI/Tr8qifBmdgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Jc0LTf0mbYA/s1600/baxwade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cACVDjKmVaI/Tr8qifBmdgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Jc0LTf0mbYA/s400/baxwade.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to our neighbors (Al Badure, Baxter Badure, Brianna Badure, Kenny  Fox and Wade Fox) for helping sort our cattle today - work replacement  heifers off and get things prepped for shipping next week. (photo:  Baxter Badure &amp;amp; Wade Fox)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-159856041585943433?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/159856041585943433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/159856041585943433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-ready-to-ship-calves.html' title='Getting Ready to Ship Calves'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cACVDjKmVaI/Tr8qifBmdgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Jc0LTf0mbYA/s72-c/baxwade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-9072979812219531599</id><published>2011-11-12T09:34:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:54:01.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Part of It" (or "Shit Happens")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmFiyfxhoDY/Tr6gEFE_IiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pi8Z6lXYFwQ/s1600/JeanLaughton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmFiyfxhoDY/Tr6gEFE_IiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pi8Z6lXYFwQ/s400/JeanLaughton.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was trotting along on Cody on the Fox Ranch down the road doing a simple job of moving a few cows to another pasture. I vaguely remember the feeling of my horse going down and seeing his head very close to the ground and ... that was it ... I was knocked out ... I woke up a few minutes later with my cowboy friend Baxter Badure sitting with me and making sure I was covered up and okay while another neighbor Shawn Fox (who is now a cop) asked me if I knew where I was - no, who the president was - got that one after a minute or two. They wanted to be sure all was well so they called an ambulance which arrived a bit later in the pasture - we were in a pretty convenient location luckily - unlike many other friends who have had accidents. Ended up with a concussion and major soreness but luckily nothing broken. And after an overnight in the hospital I came back home to recover and take it easy for a while. The incident made me remember the good friends I have around here and how we can really get in some situations while cowboying together. I have to thank Baxter for staying with me - talking to me and riding in the ambulance with me to keep me distracted and calm - a true friend and for Shawn for putting his cop skills to use. Also funny to run into one of the EMTs at the hardware store and say thank you for his help - such is small town living. All in all, it sure could have been much worse. As my old cowboy friend usually says "it is just part of it" ... true. I figured I wasn't going to talk about it and did not want to appear to be fishing for sympathy, but realized it is part of the story and part of ranching. Just as a calf that dies in a blizzard is part of the story and having to skin that dead calf to help save another bum calf - just part of it - some of the many realities of ranching. And I am glad my story is a mellow one compared to so many stories I have heard from the guys I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first wreck the first year I was working here, back in 2003. But that was different, I was naïve and had much time to think and be scared on a runaway horse for three quarters of a mile. He took off after some horses we were wrangling flew into high gear. The wind was noisily blowing on my face like being on my motorcycle speeding down a back road, as the horse gained full speed. It would have been a great time to yell “cut”or call for a stand-in or stunt double but unfortunately that was not an option. I was definitely playing a part I had not rehearsed enough. As the horse first took off I remember giggling, but changed my tune when I could not get him to respond to me. I had visions of those guys in the movies stepping off a horse and heard stories of local cowboys doing so - but had no clue how to orchestrate such a move at such a speed - being at the very beginning of my cowboy ‘career’. Pulling on his head did absolutely nothing and I am sure my panic helped accelerate his pace – I guess I fulfilled some fantastical dream I had about running a horse across the prairie, but this wasn’t exactly how I had imagined it so romantically most likely while walking down a busy street in New York City. I so wanted him to turn left, away from a barbed wire fence and slowly decelerate while loping in a controlled circle, but he insisted on in a blind run forward, heading toward a corral where I could see my new baby colt Henry standing on the other side of the fence. It was like I was going to crash through the fence as through a gate to another realm to some rebirth amidst Henry’s newness. Just as I thought we were about to crash through, Foxy made an abrupt turn and sling-shotted me into the fence head and shoulder first. I remember seeing what looked like gray shag carpet in my vision and plunking headfirst onto the ground.  I don’t think I was out for too long but woke up in a hyper panic trying to walk it off. I walked all the way back to the ranch for a couple miles with my old cowboy friend riding beside me leading my horse. Not the best feeling. Definite initiation for a new comer. I remember happily downing a beer to try and take the edge off. And then went to have things checked out at the hospital. I know that is not the usual routine around here but glad I did, as it dispelled some worries. That day, the movie scripted scene had become reality, at least temporarily, and I was no longer living just in a daydream - somewhere in my time travels to the past. I didn't talk about it much until a year or so after, somehow trying to hold back the tide of fear of thinking of the possible realities of my new job. It sure affected me for quite a while, but I got back on that horse a couple weeks after the wreck. Although I wasn't in a hurry to wrangle horses on him, as he still has those tendencies. But my cowboy friends would have gotten back on immediately - they have been at it much longer than me and have a history of doing it all - quite different than my story. But my story is just my story, I never said I really knew what I was doing but sure wanted to dive in and try. The experience made me want to hold back for quite some time but remember feeling free when I finally let go and let my other horses run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny but early on when we were wrangling the horses, following at a slower speed, I had a thought of a friend I had seen recently in New York who had looked through me with some concern as if he were watching this event unfold in a preview and warned me to be careful - strange how the things connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that two other crew members went down with their horses this week - got rolled over etc but are okay - no knock outs or major injuries. So, maybe we are done with that for a while ... I think of all the miles I have ridden and time running full out after a cow across the prairie and feel lucky to have stayed upright for almost all of it! Onward ...and yes, Cody is just fine - no injuries, he just stepped in a hole I was told. We will be back to work together in a week or so. I am feeling much better after a week and all will be fine. Onward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-9072979812219531599?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/9072979812219531599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/9072979812219531599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-part-of-it-or-shit-happens.html' title='&quot;Just Part of It&quot; (or &quot;Shit Happens&quot;)'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmFiyfxhoDY/Tr6gEFE_IiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Pi8Z6lXYFwQ/s72-c/JeanLaughton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5555340774714017896</id><published>2011-11-01T14:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:30:50.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent "Daily Diary" Entries</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;October 23, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gorgeous fall day to work cattle - golden grasses surrounding the herd held in place by a few cowboys with a big painterly sky as backdrop - worked steer pairs off - chased a few that tried to get away ... trailed the rest of the pairs to white butte pasture - counted them through the gate and pointed them to the dam ... rode back for lunch through rolling yucca covered riverbanks ... nice way to spend the morning in Cowboy Country ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilly early morning gather on the Badure Ranch - rode toward the back of Porcupine Pasture and into the rising sun - the crew split and gathered the expansive yucca covered cowboy movie looking pasture - multi colored cows and calves coming from the northeast met with crew and cows coming in from the southwest - trailed across Blackpipe Creek and golden pastures onto the road for a few miles to t...he headquarters - Weened and worked the calves to the background noise of many bawling cows ... pit stop in the house for lunch and a photo slide show from the past 8 years ... time flies ... the archive of stories grows ... much work to do to prepare for shipping and the inevitable winter to come ... such is the endless cycle of ranching life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 26, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyotes first evening howls as the sun sets behind a bank of purple clouds - Pony glowing white way off up in the hills - Henry and Flaxy eating their hay in the corral - a sudden rush of wind as the sun disappears then silence again ... soaking up my last couple of weeks and the view out in the Scotty ... time to start stocking up on firewood for my move back into the bunkhouse ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 28, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a dark starry sky &amp; saddled up my pony -pre dawn drive to Stanton Anderson's ranch for shipping day - view of Badlands silhouetted against the pink sky - big buck crossing the road in front of me - Rode with the crew south from the ranch for several miles to gather a herd of mixed breed &amp; longhorn cattle some belted some spotted making for a pretty sight as we trailed the Hollywood type herd several miles back to headquarters - did the usual penning, sorting and loading and off to market ... great lunch with the crew - gorgeous day for a ride across the prairie and Badlands ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 30, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossal orange crescent moon hanging so low over the Badlands it looks to be resting on top of them and within my reach ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5555340774714017896?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5555340774714017896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5555340774714017896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/11/recent-daily-diary-entries.html' title='Recent &quot;Daily Diary&quot; Entries'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6036069694323991538</id><published>2011-10-23T16:06:00.063-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:09:27.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to the Cowboying Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31005239?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="250" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to my friends and ranching neighbors Chris &amp;amp; Diana Elwood who have been a cowboying together for over thirty five years. Things will not be the same without this hard working, salt of the earth, cowboying couple in the area. After 16 years on the nearby old Double X Ranch - starting as hands at the Pines Camp then moving up to excellent managers of the Double X &amp;amp; 7 Cross, they will be hitting the trail back to Montana. Nothing lasts forever, I know, but sometimes you sure wish it would. Words and photos cannot express friendships formed on horseback while cowboying together and all the gorgeous rides on the Old Double X.&amp;nbsp; I will miss working together and helping each other out - they were a big part of the crew south of Belvidere, South Dakota. I feel lucky to have got in on some of the years while they were here. Thanks for keeping the Double X a true cowboy ranch and for all your help over the years and of course friendship and laughs. I know I speak for many when I say - you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6036069694323991538?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6036069694323991538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6036069694323991538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/10/farewell-to-cowboying-couple.html' title='Farewell to the Cowboying Couple'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-2638606219215029575</id><published>2011-10-10T15:16:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:16:36.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering Porcupine Pasture - Badure Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_10tBhfrGic/TxnA4DjaUCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IxkzhOHGA8Q/s1600/BADURELyle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_10tBhfrGic/TxnA4DjaUCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IxkzhOHGA8Q/s400/BADURELyle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Woke up to the sound of a pack of nearby coyotes. Put on my 'costume' for the day and stepped out of my Scotty camper ready for the day's cowboying ... Headed out on horseback just before sunrise on the Badure Ranch next door ... The Crew: Baxter Badure, Al Badure, Brianna Badure, Colter Carlson, Joe Pavlis, Chris Elwood, Bob Fortune, Charlie Fortune, Kenny Fox, Wade Fox, Lyle O'Bryan and Me ... Watched the sun come up over the yucca covered hills as we rode towards the back of the cowboy movie set of a pasture ...&amp;nbsp; camera-ready silhouetted cowboys riding the ridges above me ... multi colored cows and calves trailing down the draws... riders decked out in full cowboy gear spread out for miles across a large pasture trailing several hundred head in from all directions ... like an endless reel of iconic cowboy movie scenes come to life one after another ... my mind absorbs the day in a series of 'storyboard' images ... I know this isn't a movie but it sure feels like a celluloid day dream ... Once gathered, we worked the heifers east and the steers west in a dance of cow and calf, horse and rider ... cutting pairs out one at a time while holding the rest back ...with a little chasing now and then making for some great action scenes ... a few cowboys trailed the heifers to Horseshoe Butte and the rest pushed the steers across to Black Pipe ...&amp;nbsp; Back to a house packed full of vintage beaded gauntlet gloves, antique guns, and old time saddles for lunch in a museum-like setting ... One of the best times of the year- Fall ... one of the best parts of my job - helping the neighbors and riding with the crew from south of Belvidere, South Dakota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-2638606219215029575?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2638606219215029575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2638606219215029575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='Gathering Porcupine Pasture - Badure Ranch'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_10tBhfrGic/TxnA4DjaUCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/IxkzhOHGA8Q/s72-c/BADURELyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3554916382404197548</id><published>2011-10-06T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:52:27.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale Barn - Philip, South Dakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYy6wKhiDpw/TlRDrWWDTdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wU9yES2-pvk/s1600/PaulGlove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644210645013581266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYy6wKhiDpw/TlRDrWWDTdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wU9yES2-pvk/s640/PaulGlove.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" width="476" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paul Scherf looking a little "William S. Hart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-7455238132262780119?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7455238132262780119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7455238132262780119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/paul-wearing-fancy-gloves.html' title='Paul Wearing Fancy Gloves'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYy6wKhiDpw/TlRDrWWDTdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wU9yES2-pvk/s72-c/PaulGlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3897186712100270517</id><published>2011-08-28T14:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:00:01.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>450 Penned Pairs - Cows and Calves</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="228" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28319007?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday September 23, 2011 - Pines Corral - Double X Ranch - Just after sunrise ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3897186712100270517?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7701c62a1979cbc3&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cba76a58d0b4d642&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3897186712100270517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3897186712100270517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/450-penned-pairs-cows-and-calves_28.html' title='450 Penned Pairs - Cows and Calves'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-4214935381639598845</id><published>2011-08-23T19:13:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:20:47.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Like a Young Silent Movie Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVJQTP2qlk0/Txm_yqLbIUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HnSgpHyR43g/s1600/Kianna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVJQTP2qlk0/Txm_yqLbIUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HnSgpHyR43g/s320/Kianna.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baxter and Carol Badure's daughter - Kianna Badure - lover of snakes,  guns and dinosaurs ... waiting for her to join our crew of cowboys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-4214935381639598845?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4214935381639598845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4214935381639598845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-like-young-silent-movie-star.html' title='Looking Like a Young Silent Movie Star'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVJQTP2qlk0/Txm_yqLbIUI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HnSgpHyR43g/s72-c/Kianna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-7864137653283976698</id><published>2011-08-23T19:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:51:35.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter and Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRGlK7KL38s/TlRPGIfv7II/AAAAAAAAAeI/toYU8VJhvhU/s1600/BaxPaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="277" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644223199780531330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRGlK7KL38s/TlRPGIfv7II/AAAAAAAAAeI/toYU8VJhvhU/s400/BaxPaint.jpg" style="display: block; height: 277px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baxter Badure and Paint a few years back ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-7864137653283976698?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7864137653283976698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7864137653283976698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/baxter-and-paint.html' title='Baxter and Paint'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRGlK7KL38s/TlRPGIfv7II/AAAAAAAAAeI/toYU8VJhvhU/s72-c/BaxPaint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-881727306456343370</id><published>2011-08-23T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:57:39.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Log Barn Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27929790?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405" height="304" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a summer morning ride, sans woolie chaps. For those of you who ranch this will be like watching paint dry ... and may be so for others as well, but, a little backstage shot. Sorry for Cody's silence - he got stage fright and couldn't remember his lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-881727306456343370?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/881727306456343370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/881727306456343370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/log-barn-cam_23.html' title='Log Barn Cam'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1841479410704652469</id><published>2011-08-18T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:19:06.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle and Flaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNOVg2KuM/Tk3j9rbgiuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5s-OXbxp7RI/s1600/LyleFlaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="225" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642416556934728418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNOVg2KuM/Tk3j9rbgiuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5s-OXbxp7RI/s400/LyleFlaxy.jpg" style="display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lyle and Flaxy stopping for a minute so I could take a quick snapshot - we were heading out to gather a big herd on the Badure Ranch next door - Monday August 15th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1841479410704652469?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1841479410704652469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1841479410704652469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/lyle-and-flaxy.html' title='Lyle and Flaxy'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbfNOVg2KuM/Tk3j9rbgiuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5s-OXbxp7RI/s72-c/LyleFlaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-2378030036865867576</id><published>2011-08-18T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:50:11.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Made by BAXTER BADURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrwmsBWdVeY/Tk3datmcSdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/klbHanTY4KM/s1600/portfoliobax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrwmsBWdVeY/Tk3datmcSdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/klbHanTY4KM/s400/portfoliobax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642409359152269778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ranching Life&lt;/span&gt; portfolio -  made by the ever talented cowboy / artist Baxter Badure. We are doing a  chick version next. By the time I get finished here I am going to need  fifty of them to fill with ranching photos and stories ... Coming next,  the autobiographical custom saddle - planning on over the top design  with every inch of leather tooled and carved ... sort of the Nudie suit  of saddles ... stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-2378030036865867576?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2378030036865867576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2378030036865867576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/custom-made-by-baxter-badure_18.html' title='Custom Made by BAXTER BADURE'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrwmsBWdVeY/Tk3datmcSdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/klbHanTY4KM/s72-c/portfoliobax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1613460630514834779</id><published>2011-08-14T17:02:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:34:34.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fall Ranching Season Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP-UVxPiUn8/Tkhlzeg02WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FzNnlLAg8cM/s1600/14JeanLaughton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="165" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640870468320024930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP-UVxPiUn8/Tkhlzeg02WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FzNnlLAg8cM/s400/14JeanLaughton.jpg" style="display: block; height: 165px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;And so begins another Fall season of cattle work - one of the best times of the year. Awoke at 4:30 AM to a million watt moon that lit my way to the old log barn. Henry was finishing up his oats when I walked into his 'dressing room' backstage to get him saddled up. Loaded Flaxy and Henry into the trailer and Lyle drove us to the 'location' for the day's scene. Beautiful drive as the sun was thinking of rising to our left while the enormous moon was glowing pink and setting to our right. It all felt scripted as if the sun and moon had rehearsed their timing. I felt keenly aware of soaking up every minute of it all as we arrived at the Pines Corral on the old Double X Ranch to join the rest of the 'cast' and crew to begin our day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small crew of cowboys headed out on a sunrise ride - Chris Elwood, Baxter Badure, Al Badure, Lyle O'Bryan, Charlie Fortune, Joe Pavlis, Colter Carlson and myself. We trotted a few miles through tall lush green grasses (a rare sight in November) to a distant pasture.  Cowboys spread out to the back of the pasture to gather several hundred red cows. Baxter, Charlie, and I stopped at the edge of the pasture and looked down and out across an adjoining Badlands pasture - making for a grand view from the saddle. Once gathered, we strung the pairs through a gate and trailed them back to the corrals under an endless sky - all the while feeling like I was riding in a John Ford movie scene - being followed by a cameraman on a dolly. My mind wanders from the cinematic daydream to the reality of the work I am doing as I ride along side the herd pushing them onward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penned the pairs and started the choreographed work of sorting the cows off the calves - horses and cowboys working in a sort of rhythm - holding the calves back while funneling the cows out the gate. Ran the calves through the alley and gave them their fall shots along with pirate-like patches for a few with pink eye.  Then ran the cows through and poured them and reunited them with their calves - (roll heart warming soundtrack). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailing the herd back was equally as picturesque with an epic view from the back of the herd. We counted the cows and calves through the final gate - turning them back out to graze. Rode the few miles back to the corrals listening to stories along the way along with the sound of jingling spurs, horses trotting and their hooves moving through the tall grasses. Ended with lunch on the prairie. (roll ending credits) ... Another long glorious take to add to the 'reel' of memories from my last eight years here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the photo is from the same work done on the same ranch back in 2005 - photographed from horseback with Noblex 120 (film) camera "Putting Pairs Back out to Pasture on the Old Double X"- from the series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ranching Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; - Archival Pigment Print 20" x 48")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1613460630514834779?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1613460630514834779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1613460630514834779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/fall-ranching-season-begins.html' title='Another Fall Ranching Season Begins'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP-UVxPiUn8/Tkhlzeg02WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FzNnlLAg8cM/s72-c/14JeanLaughton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6727897003096488766</id><published>2011-07-24T17:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:05:27.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle and his Team Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4HSBVjCHk/Tiyu0s4JIQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5fjNUL0RY6g/s1600/LyleTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4HSBVjCHk/Tiyu0s4JIQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5fjNUL0RY6g/s400/LyleTeam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633069454356717826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lyle heading out to hay with his team on the ranch in March of 1963 - coinciding with my arrival on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6727897003096488766?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6727897003096488766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6727897003096488766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyle-and-his-team-back-in-day.html' title='Lyle and his Team Back in the Day'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ue4HSBVjCHk/Tiyu0s4JIQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5fjNUL0RY6g/s72-c/LyleTeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3821373146528776125</id><published>2011-07-23T22:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:47:54.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle O'Bryan &amp; Cody (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLLCNixCKd0/TiuhaC_iIYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4xdqTOCqXcY/s1600/LyleCody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLLCNixCKd0/TiuhaC_iIYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4xdqTOCqXcY/s400/LyleCody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632773227808956802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle and Cody by the old log barn on Lyle's Quarter Circle XL Ranch. Cody is one of the many horses Lyle has broke and trained in his lifetime, so far. I love to hear him and his cowboy friends tell stories from their early cowboying days, remembering each and every horse they rode by name. The respect and relationship between horse and cowboy. Lyle talks of his days working on the nearby Double X Ranch in his 20's and getting a horse started then jumping on him the next morning to wrangle horses and really getting him broke - he might buck and really run, of course, but Lyle has the reputation for staying on and says he just fell in behind the herd he was wrangling and rode it out.  He also recalls 30 below zero mornings and heading out to ride the big circle on the Double X Ranch. Making the rounds to feed cattle from the cake shacks scattered throughout the rugged Badlands pasture. Riding alone on a bronc that was assigned to him and never completely sure that he would make it back alive on some days. You were given a string of horses to break and ride and you just did it. That is a different kind of tough - that is Lyle's cowboy life ... Cody was a colt in training when I showed up here and he has been one of my main horses the past few years and well broke, thanks to Lyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3821373146528776125?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3821373146528776125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3821373146528776125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyle-obryan-cody-2010.html' title='Lyle O&apos;Bryan &amp; Cody (2010)'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLLCNixCKd0/TiuhaC_iIYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4xdqTOCqXcY/s72-c/LyleCody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-404885781029777667</id><published>2011-07-21T23:51:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:18:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaroid 665 "Relics"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PwCrYAMRCo/TikXRFlPsdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8D9RGIYZybY/s1600/baxpol7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632058391327125970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PwCrYAMRCo/TikXRFlPsdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8D9RGIYZybY/s320/baxpol7.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2003 Polaroids : Cowboy / artist / snake loving Baxter Badure made these one of a kind, opulent, studded, over the top, magnificent, 'snake' chaps. They are quite a sight to behold as he goes galloping across the Great Plains - glamour and glitter amid sagebrush and Badlands. (L to R : Baxter / Chris Elwood / Baxter's Chaps)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-404885781029777667?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/404885781029777667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/404885781029777667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/polaroid-665-relics.html' title='Polaroid 665 &quot;Relics&quot;'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PwCrYAMRCo/TikXRFlPsdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8D9RGIYZybY/s72-c/baxpol7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6963934577599320593</id><published>2011-07-19T08:37:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:54:28.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now For Our Feature Presentation:The Ever Alluring 'Baby'</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aop_7Q3PoW0?rel=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pony's Co Star - the "Veronica Lake" of the cattle world - the "Lillian Gish" of the Great Plains in her first 'talkie' ... she takes direction well and always hits her mark ... take it away "Baby" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26643839?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405" height="228" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6963934577599320593?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1f698b3161e4802&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e74169b63a81616&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6963934577599320593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6963934577599320593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-now-for-our-feature-presentation.html' title='And Now For Our Feature Presentation:The Ever Alluring &apos;Baby&apos;'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Aop_7Q3PoW0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1349752904641343504</id><published>2011-07-19T00:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:59:39.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When I Became an Official Cattle Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuXvMgGUQ6M/TiUr2S-9LwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_mEtrheDGaE/s1600/BrandPaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuXvMgGUQ6M/TiUr2S-9LwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_mEtrheDGaE/s400/BrandPaper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630955120905498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brand confirmation letter. I think I sent in 40 different brand requests like the form on the bottom until I finally chose one that was available. When I got the letter in the mail and my name was officially printed in the South Dakota state brand book,  it was kind of like that scene from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerk &lt;/span&gt;when Steve Martin saw his name in the new local phone book. Things were going to start happening ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1349752904641343504?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1349752904641343504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1349752904641343504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-when-it-all-became-official.html' title='Back When I Became an Official Cattle Owner'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuXvMgGUQ6M/TiUr2S-9LwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_mEtrheDGaE/s72-c/BrandPaper2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-9061855777178478865</id><published>2011-07-18T13:08:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:35:20.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ranching Years Blend into One Long Continuous Glorious Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vrD4B08lx4/TiSOTg9gNaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6yxUOIaE54/s1600/colorbrunsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="167" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630781900036519330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vrD4B08lx4/TiSOTg9gNaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6yxUOIaE54/s400/colorbrunsch.jpg" style="display: block; height: 167px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare candid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt; shot from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY RANCHING LIFE&lt;/span&gt; series. Shipping calves on the Brunsch Ranch RtoL: Jack Brunsch, Steve Toltan, Scott Bauman and his brother John Bauman ... along with a supporting cast of cows. This was taken a few years back. I am still in denial about how long I have been here. Seems like ranching years fly by quickly - before you know it, it is winter again and again and the cycle of ranch work continues. Feed cattle in the winter - calving in the early Spring - branding in the late Spring - haying in the Summer - fixing fence in the Summer - working and moving cattle in the Fall - Shipping in the late Fall ... and it all starts over again. The camera keeps rolling and the story continues to unfold ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-9061855777178478865?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/9061855777178478865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/9061855777178478865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-ranching-years-blend-into-one-long.html' title='My Ranching Years Blend into One Long Continuous Glorious Take'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vrD4B08lx4/TiSOTg9gNaI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6yxUOIaE54/s72-c/colorbrunsch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1728214963482844476</id><published>2011-07-17T09:17:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:54:58.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling Thoughts on a Sizzling Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-him5wGo_WY8/TiMCjRmdfdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZQMYFT7ezs/s1600/Lyle%2Bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630346764186648018" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-him5wGo_WY8/TiMCjRmdfdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZQMYFT7ezs/s400/Lyle%2Bsnow.jpg" style="display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this 105 degree day, I reflect back to riding during blizzards at calving time. Here, Lyle and Foxy - along with Cody and me - are heading out to check on the newborn calves - Spring 2009. There is something fantastic about riding in a snowstorm - like being in a giant snow globe - in a private ranch world - very present in the moment and very aware of nature and it's power.  Trotting along on my trusty Pony, making the first tracks in the fresh snow, feeling as if I have stepped into a dramatic movie scene with wind machines blowing fake snow until my imagination brings me back to full on reality with no camera crew, no fake props, no stand-in and no one yelling 'cut!'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1728214963482844476?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1728214963482844476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1728214963482844476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/cooling-thoughts-on-sizzling-day.html' title='Cooling Thoughts on a Sizzling Day'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-him5wGo_WY8/TiMCjRmdfdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dZQMYFT7ezs/s72-c/Lyle%2Bsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6503409330578004592</id><published>2011-07-16T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T23:58:09.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior of Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXWpsTToSc/TiJOQ8k-NdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6H2RtvhdKrg/s1600/Interiorself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXWpsTToSc/TiJOQ8k-NdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6H2RtvhdKrg/s400/Interiorself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630148537212614098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self portrait the summer I decided to move to Interior (2002) - actually, I think this was the day I decided. Photographed here against my 'Interior of Interior' backdrop  - in the midst of photographing the residents of Interior. Pre ranch, pre-cowboy era. On the brink of stepping into the past ... just one push of the self portrait 4x5 cable release and I was on my way, transported back in time  - with no return in sight ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6503409330578004592?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6503409330578004592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6503409330578004592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/interior-of-interior.html' title='Interior of Interior'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TXWpsTToSc/TiJOQ8k-NdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6H2RtvhdKrg/s72-c/Interiorself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-515123213379455401</id><published>2011-07-15T11:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:41:36.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony - isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9f_XFUdq4f8/TiB8DhgmZKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GKJRuCCtTcg/s1600/PonyHead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9f_XFUdq4f8/TiB8DhgmZKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GKJRuCCtTcg/s400/PonyHead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629635934189675682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Diary" excerpts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sugar coated candied orange moon hanging so low over the Badlands I could almost reach up from atop the Badlands and take a bite out of it ... maybe if I stood on my Pony's back ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;November 10, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pony standing in the glowing snow under a half moon lit sky ... on this Western soundstage - his mane blowing in the howling prairie wind - awaiting his next scene ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;January 23, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rode home under a full moon ... quiet and beautiful ... my horse and I casting a shadow on the prairie ... my grey Pony was glowing in the moonlight waiting to great me when I returned - good ol' Pony..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;March 28, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big moon - vast sky - Quiet night - Pony's sleepy sigh ..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 25, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is one silent night here with beautiful light snow falling like painted white cornflakes on a Capra movie set - the perfect set dressing for Pony's prairie 'stage' ..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December 20, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orion's celestial accessory hanging vertically above the eastern horizon ...Millions of twinkling stars up above Pony so high ... like 'brilliant cut' diamonds in the sky ... If they should fall I wish they may I wish they might bejewel Pony's silver mane tonight ..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November 1, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-515123213379455401?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/515123213379455401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/515123213379455401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/pony-isms.html' title='Pony - isms'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9f_XFUdq4f8/TiB8DhgmZKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GKJRuCCtTcg/s72-c/PonyHead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-2804284701624838642</id><published>2011-07-13T17:10:00.031-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:36:01.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t1STyERitOk/Th4vkxcVXjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rS37tNwSKLA/s1600/GettyTest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t1STyERitOk/Th4vkxcVXjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rS37tNwSKLA/s400/GettyTest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628988893053673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The backdrop from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Go West &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;series (1995-2003). A portraiture series I photographed during summers while traveling West from New York City in my Bronco loaded with backdrops and 4x5 - setting up behind the scenes at rodeos in Iowa, Nebraska, South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana. A series that took me on a journey of sorts in search of photographic subjects, a cinematic form of reality, the past, my future, a new identity out West perhaps - and eventually led me to the Badlands and to the ranch where I now work and live my life "beyond the brushstrokes" of the painted backdrop - if you look real close you can see Pony and me riding around inside the Western scene. Or as my good friend Tom so eloquently put it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I get the sense that where you live is beyond here or there. Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;it's not in the place the photograph depicts...not really in the photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;either, since we rarely see you there. The backdrop and the film are your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;frontier and the real range you ride. Perhaps the camera lens, which pulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;together inner and outer worlds, is where you are. You've fashioned a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;cocoon of scenic, romantic immensity within the reflective, ground-glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;eclipse that somehow manages to avoid reflecting cliche, triviality or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;exploitation. You've manifested a suspended dreamtime that is more real for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;you than the physical scene. When details intrude, it shatters the reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;of the magic. You are like Alice and the looking glass. Somehow you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;gotten through the surface of the tintype and beyond the brush strokes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;the backdrop. You've time-traveled through the yellowed wood pulp and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;fading black ink of old newspaper clippings. The dust and the trail you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;were riding became the silver nitrate and celluloid of a silent western and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;you and your pony have somehow sunk into it and remained whole. Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;presence in the real physical scene is only an artifact of your true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;presence inside the surface. We know where your heart lies and why it lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;there. We realize we can't get there. This is the ache of beauty and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;longing and why that ache sustains us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It is no accident that you've built the portal from whence you travel in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;place called 'Interior'." (Tom Havran 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-2804284701624838642?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2804284701624838642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2804284701624838642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gone-west.html' title='Gone West'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t1STyERitOk/Th4vkxcVXjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rS37tNwSKLA/s72-c/GettyTest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1288155462402480004</id><published>2011-07-09T00:47:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:27:35.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle Driving Me &amp; the Horses Back from the Badure Ranch (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="253" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26645452?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when Lyle was a young cowboy they didn't use horse trailers much - they just rode to the neighbors and trailed extra horses along. They covered a lot of ground and really had their horses broke. Lyle still covers a lot of ground at 77 and keeps his horses 'tuned in' ... (rough cut audio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1288155462402480004?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1288155462402480004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1288155462402480004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyle-driving-me-horses-back-from-badure.html' title='Lyle Driving Me &amp;amp; the Horses Back from the Badure Ranch (2010)'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1156921137404911776</id><published>2011-07-08T17:35:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:29:26.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supporting Cast</title><content type='html'>Heading out to cake the cows last winter - Buster Keaton Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="227" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26646479?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1156921137404911776?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ad848c8df360e5e&amp;type=video/mp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1156921137404911776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1156921137404911776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/supporting-cast-of-characters.html' title='The Supporting Cast'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5830153604423431348</id><published>2011-07-07T08:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:17:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wade Fox in a 'Billy the Kid' Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7J-qjp5Q4s/ThXCyvMUjBI/AAAAAAAAATw/6wX7Chu9bnc/s1600/Wade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626617486386695186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7J-qjp5Q4s/ThXCyvMUjBI/AAAAAAAAATw/6wX7Chu9bnc/s400/Wade4.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 306px;" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wade Fox, neighboring rancher and all around cowboy. Wade grew up on his family's ranch (Kenny &amp;amp; Roxie Fox) ranch just down the road and has been at it since he was a small kid. Wade is just one of the many of the 'cast of characters' I neighbor with who respect the cowboy heritage of the past and carry on its traditions with their cowboying and attire. One day Wade will be one of the old timer cowboys in the area with many a tale to tell of his days riding the range. Good to have some young blood in the crew for now - he can hustle and get the job done and also cracks a mean whip - yeehaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5830153604423431348?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5830153604423431348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5830153604423431348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/wade-fox-in-billy-kid-pose.html' title='Wade Fox in a &apos;Billy the Kid&apos; Pose'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7J-qjp5Q4s/ThXCyvMUjBI/AAAAAAAAATw/6wX7Chu9bnc/s72-c/Wade4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6289630753750460535</id><published>2011-07-06T20:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:16:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethel Thode Haying on the Ranch Back When</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7bswQSBb1I/ThUguOBbhDI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpGfrXx24_o/s1600/ethelhay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="243" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626439287879468082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7bswQSBb1I/ThUguOBbhDI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpGfrXx24_o/s400/ethelhay.jpg" style="display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been one the wettest years in some time around here - so we have been stopping and starting haying for weeks - working around the rain. The mosquitoes are horrendous but the calves will be fat this fall and the cows will have plenty to eat with all the abundance of lush green grass. It seems the rain has been falling mainly on the plains - great plains that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6289630753750460535?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6289630753750460535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6289630753750460535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/ethel-thode-haying-on-place-back-in-day.html' title='Ethel Thode Haying on the Ranch Back When'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T7bswQSBb1I/ThUguOBbhDI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpGfrXx24_o/s72-c/ethelhay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6725305372471195043</id><published>2011-07-02T18:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T19:15:36.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Ranch Rodeo July 2, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2VC1rJXKQY/Tg-6HHbPmsI/AAAAAAAAATY/MAALiVWiDuQ/s1600/WildCMCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2VC1rJXKQY/Tg-6HHbPmsI/AAAAAAAAATY/MAALiVWiDuQ/s400/WildCMCK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624919091024206530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig McKenzie (Murdo, South Dakota) staying on during the wild horse race at the Interior Ranch Rodeo - real working cowboys from area ranches competing. The event consists of a team of four cowboys catching a bronc, saddling it, getting on and riding the bronc ride to other end of the arena. Best part of the rodeo by far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6725305372471195043?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6725305372471195043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6725305372471195043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Interior Ranch Rodeo July 2, 2011'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2VC1rJXKQY/Tg-6HHbPmsI/AAAAAAAAATY/MAALiVWiDuQ/s72-c/WildCMCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-8754069392339614487</id><published>2011-07-02T01:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:49:25.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Elwood - The Other Half of the Cowboying Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpwUYeeHtkY/Tg7DpGT8bcI/AAAAAAAAATM/8WWkOJVoedU/s1600/Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624648095468645826" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpwUYeeHtkY/Tg7DpGT8bcI/AAAAAAAAATM/8WWkOJVoedU/s400/Chris.jpg" style="display: block; height: 383px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyone would have a hard time keeping up with Chris - he is one  hardworking cowboy managing two ranches. Always on the go, on a good  horse, which he broke and trained. Late in 2010, Chris experienced one  of the risks of cowboying - his horse stepped in a hole and fell on him -  breaking his pelvis badly. It was a tough time for him and his family,  but I am happy to say he pulled through and was 'back in the saddle'  several months later.  You would never know he had been injured to  watch him work and to see him cut a rug on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-8754069392339614487?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8754069392339614487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8754069392339614487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/07/chris-elwood-other-half-of-cowboying_02.html' title='Chris Elwood - The Other Half of the Cowboying Couple'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpwUYeeHtkY/Tg7DpGT8bcI/AAAAAAAAATM/8WWkOJVoedU/s72-c/Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-4096259573421927227</id><published>2011-06-30T19:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:20:37.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Elwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CEpcxPT6k/Tg0hfXwyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kMzgLhrlPAM/s1600/DianaElwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CEpcxPT6k/Tg0hfXwyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kMzgLhrlPAM/s400/DianaElwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624188332493915058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3"; }@font-face {   font-family: "American Typewriter"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Diana has been ranching most of her life. She and her husband Chris are the cowboying couple who manage both the old Double X and 7 Cross ranches just down the road (now Rapid Creek Ranches). Diana is the kind of cowboy that can handle w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;hat ever needs to be done: riding miles of pasture, working cattle, roping, calving, and also doing double duty cooking dinner for the crew. Don’t mistake her small stature - she is chocked full of heart, integrity and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-4096259573421927227?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4096259573421927227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4096259573421927227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/diana-elwood.html' title='Diana Elwood'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CEpcxPT6k/Tg0hfXwyQ7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/kMzgLhrlPAM/s72-c/DianaElwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1275246388172527334</id><published>2011-06-29T13:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:49:13.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony's Debut - In Full Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26647122?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405" height="228" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1275246388172527334?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=413bc94a578f4a77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1275246388172527334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1275246388172527334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ponys-debut-in-full-costume.html' title='Pony&apos;s Debut - In Full Costume'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6480946248190308655</id><published>2011-06-28T11:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:47:09.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior, South Dakota Rodeo Now &amp; Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBF4b4hvz8/TgoVVu4piZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Fj-0DKLak3A/s1600/Rodeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBF4b4hvz8/TgoVVu4piZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Fj-0DKLak3A/s400/Rodeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623330547832555922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1920's the Interior Rodeo was one of the largest in the world. I love to think of Leonard Stroud riding his paint trick riding pony just down the road from my house or Kittie Canutt siting comfortably astride a bucking bronc.&lt;br /&gt;Left: My Photo July 2010 Right: Doubleday, back in the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6480946248190308655?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6480946248190308655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6480946248190308655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/interior-south-dakota-rodeo-now-then_28.html' title='Interior, South Dakota Rodeo Now &amp; Then'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-awBF4b4hvz8/TgoVVu4piZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Fj-0DKLak3A/s72-c/Rodeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-8790384292586054784</id><published>2011-06-26T23:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:48:53.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter &amp; Paul Posing for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s3gWwrQlrs/TlRLdxKUH0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OG7Sw0BI0l8/s1600/baxpaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644219207786962754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s3gWwrQlrs/TlRLdxKUH0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OG7Sw0BI0l8/s400/baxpaul.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 297px;" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Neighboring cowboys Baxter Badure &amp;amp; Paul Scherf sit for a portrait on the Badure Ranch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-8790384292586054784?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8790384292586054784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8790384292586054784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/baxter-paul-posing-for-me_26.html' title='Baxter &amp; Paul Posing for Me'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8s3gWwrQlrs/TlRLdxKUH0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OG7Sw0BI0l8/s72-c/baxpaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-7846446076783775966</id><published>2011-06-24T09:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:01:39.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Amongst the Cowboys from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5_YaSU9Rz4/TgSvOCHfD1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bePN5989mi0/s1600/THode%2Bon%2BPolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5_YaSU9Rz4/TgSvOCHfD1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bePN5989mi0/s400/THode%2Bon%2BPolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621810890486517586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This ranch was once the Thode Ranch and home of the TL cattle company. Earl Thode, one of 12 Thode Children, grew up cowboying, breaking horses and riding broncs down here. He went on to be the first cowboy to earn the title of World Champion All-Around Cowboy in 1929 as well as World Champion Saddle Bronc '27,'28',29',31. He entered his first rodeo in 1920 - down the road in White River and won all around and was on his way. My Pony and I cross his path daily and mingle with thoughts and memories of cowboys from the past&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photograph by the fabulous Ralph R. Doubleday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-7846446076783775966?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.bridleandbit.com/artman/publish/article_29377.shtml' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7846446076783775966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/7846446076783775966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/living-amongst-cowboys-from-past.html' title='Living Amongst the Cowboys from the Past'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5_YaSU9Rz4/TgSvOCHfD1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bePN5989mi0/s72-c/THode%2Bon%2BPolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-8518800367927454548</id><published>2011-06-23T15:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:48:09.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle Bringing the Horses In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OyLOBaUu7g/TgOvIrLprAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8vxg30fpqUE/s1600/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621529323453918210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OyLOBaUu7g/TgOvIrLprAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8vxg30fpqUE/s400/horses.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-8518800367927454548?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8518800367927454548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8518800367927454548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/lyle-bringing-horses-in.html' title='Lyle Bringing the Horses In'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--OyLOBaUu7g/TgOvIrLprAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8vxg30fpqUE/s72-c/horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1280877734242356502</id><published>2011-06-22T22:46:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:38:44.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranch in 1938</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnYvwwQNI6M/TgLF09ywalI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mTie295-TZY/s1600/Bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnYvwwQNI6M/TgLF09ywalI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mTie295-TZY/s400/Bank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621272798643120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photograph shows the cowboys from the nearby Tom Berry ranch trailing 500 head of steers up a draw through what is now Lyle O'Bryan's ranch. They are taking the steers to Belvidere to load them on the train to go to market. I ride up this draw everyday during calving season and every time I ride to the north pasture. The land remains the same but the cast of characters changes.(photographer unknown - from 1938 Belvidere State Bank calendar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1280877734242356502?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1280877734242356502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1280877734242356502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/ranch-in-1938.html' title='The Ranch in 1938'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnYvwwQNI6M/TgLF09ywalI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mTie295-TZY/s72-c/Bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5793993843122384742</id><published>2011-06-22T19:05:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:31:53.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ranching Life - A Cinematic View From the Saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="304" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26658361?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="405"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images from &lt;i&gt;MY RANCHING LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Traveling Exhibition which consists of large scale B&amp;amp;W prints from 36" to 72" wide - exhibited in frames made from reclaimed wood - see my website for details &amp;amp; exhibition photographs :&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.jeanlaughton.com/"&gt;http://www.jeanlaughton.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5793993843122384742?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jeanlaughton.com/html/ranching/index.shtml' title='My Ranching Life - A Cinematic View From the Saddle'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.jeanlaughton.com' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5793993843122384742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5793993843122384742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-ranching-life-cinematic-view-from.html' title='My Ranching Life - A Cinematic View From the Saddle'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3747208578565561405</id><published>2011-06-22T16:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:14:15.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry : Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkzfMD8gcts/TgJvKa1zGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xWYqnsTszJs/s1600/Henrythennow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="171" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621177509706144146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkzfMD8gcts/TgJvKa1zGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xWYqnsTszJs/s400/Henrythennow.jpg" style="display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry's transition from child actor to handsome leading man ...&lt;br /&gt;(photo credits: L:Lyle O'Bryan -R: Roxy Fox)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3747208578565561405?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3747208578565561405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3747208578565561405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/henry-then-and-now_22.html' title='Henry : Then and Now'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkzfMD8gcts/TgJvKa1zGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xWYqnsTszJs/s72-c/Henrythennow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-2952428039283965398</id><published>2011-06-22T14:00:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:46:42.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Movie Set of a Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI3oPiR6SVw/TgJKw9ID64I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HbqPtovLe7k/s1600/Paulblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="236" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621137489814350722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI3oPiR6SVw/TgJKw9ID64I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HbqPtovLe7k/s400/Paulblog.jpg" style="display: block; height: 236px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Movie Still" from 'Gathering cattle on the Old Double X Ranch' back in 2004 or '05 ... Acting Credit: Paul Scherf .... no stunt doubles ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-2952428039283965398?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2952428039283965398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2952428039283965398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/paul-riding-on-old-double-x-ranch.html' title='On A Movie Set of a Ranch'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI3oPiR6SVw/TgJKw9ID64I/AAAAAAAAAHU/HbqPtovLe7k/s72-c/Paulblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-8930270954117359583</id><published>2011-06-22T13:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:46:29.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Cattle in on the Old Double X Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hJOWZsBM1w/TgJHk2J8EbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vqexBaEmm-w/s1600/Baxherdxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="81" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621133983249863090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hJOWZsBM1w/TgJHk2J8EbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vqexBaEmm-w/s400/Baxherdxx.jpg" style="display: block; height: 81px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Cattle in for Branding at the Pines Corral on the old Double X Ranch on a cinemascope kind of a day with a cast of many cowboys  ... Circa 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-8930270954117359583?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8930270954117359583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8930270954117359583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/bringing-cattle-in-on-old-double-x.html' title='Bringing Cattle in on the Old Double X Ranch'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hJOWZsBM1w/TgJHk2J8EbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vqexBaEmm-w/s72-c/Baxherdxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-3456729305993341345</id><published>2011-06-22T13:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:51:45.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Double X Crew - Circa 1962</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdIE_rgCd54/TgJGNCFu5WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VVo630_eUQA/s1600/crewblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdIE_rgCd54/TgJGNCFu5WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VVo630_eUQA/s400/crewblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621132474624959842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Cast of Characters :Crew with Chuckwagon on the Old Double X (Berry) Ranch just down the road ...&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right: Burrell Phipps, Baxter Berry, Charlie Larson, Ray Hunter, Lyle O'Bryan &amp;amp; Art Thode ... everyone in the photo has passed on to the 'big ranch in the sky' except for Lyle who continues his role as cowboy extraordinaire and his friend Ray Hunter ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-3456729305993341345?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3456729305993341345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/3456729305993341345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-x-crew-circa-1962.html' title='Double X Crew - Circa 1962'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdIE_rgCd54/TgJGNCFu5WI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VVo630_eUQA/s72-c/crewblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-4856429287253237154</id><published>2011-06-22T12:40:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:11:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baxter Badure - True American Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czUPUix7osg/TgI3aXmBKzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kHPU6hIMSXE/s1600/%2523103-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621116211061402418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czUPUix7osg/TgI3aXmBKzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kHPU6hIMSXE/s400/%2523103-2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 327px;" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baxter Badure : Next door neighbor, good friend, good neighbor, hard  working cowboy / rancher, saddle maker, artist, leather  carver, antique gun collector, beaded gauntlet glove collector, vintage saddle  collector and Custer enthusiast. The first time I worked cattle with  the neighbors, Baxter came riding up over the hill and it was like a  scene out of Custer's last stand (of course with a better ending!)... flowing long coat, studded chaps,  full on cowboy gear with style, gun in holster .... and I thought, YES! I  will always have someone to photograph who will be in full 'costume' for every ride ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-4856429287253237154?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4856429287253237154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/4856429287253237154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/baxter-badure-true-american-original.html' title='Baxter Badure - True American Original'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czUPUix7osg/TgI3aXmBKzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kHPU6hIMSXE/s72-c/%2523103-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-8663667815873425271</id><published>2011-06-22T12:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:45:26.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Photography From Horseback w/ Noblex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKF_rHvWDYU/TgIzJikrvVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uhnCM7I2mNM/s1600/First%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="182" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621111523904306514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKF_rHvWDYU/TgIzJikrvVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uhnCM7I2mNM/s400/First%2Bphoto.jpg" style="display: block; height: 182px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early view 'from the saddle' - unscripted - back when I was getting the hang of the Noblex and riding my trusty photo pony, Beau ... (circa 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-8663667815873425271?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8663667815873425271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/8663667815873425271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-photography-from-horseback-w.html' title='Early Photography From Horseback w/ Noblex'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKF_rHvWDYU/TgIzJikrvVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uhnCM7I2mNM/s72-c/First%2Bphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-2180684345438451119</id><published>2010-07-18T16:38:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:46:31.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyle O'Bryan - My Cowboy Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKTro6QTOUY/Txm-aFvY-SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mcKkdqJ1lOs/s1600/LyleBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKTro6QTOUY/Txm-aFvY-SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mcKkdqJ1lOs/s400/LyleBlog.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle O'Bryan on his Quarter Circle XL Ranch - 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Leading Man", stunt coordinator, wrangler, singing cowboy, all around tough as nails cowboy and director of this photograhic drama that has become MY RANCHING LIFE. This is the man who taught me everything I know about cowboying and ranching although I will never come close to his talents. Lyle's philosophy is pretty simple - when I had my first wreck he just said 'that's part of it"... We have covered many many miles of ground together on horseback with many more to come. Thanks Lyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-2180684345438451119?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2180684345438451119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/2180684345438451119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyle-obryan-my-cowboy-mentor_1364.html' title='Lyle O&apos;Bryan - My Cowboy Mentor'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKTro6QTOUY/Txm-aFvY-SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mcKkdqJ1lOs/s72-c/LyleBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-5653738207293685702</id><published>2010-07-17T22:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:02:39.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Un-Broke Horse I Got On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEKC_u2ArlI/AAAAAAAAABw/kVexnzSwAOk/s1600/Horseblog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="212" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495098526763363922" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEKC_u2ArlI/AAAAAAAAABw/kVexnzSwAOk/s320/Horseblog.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I figured I better try it at least once. I am no pro and started at a late age. We worked the horse  down in the round corral. When I first got on I was absent mindingly moving around as if I were on a broke horse - but he just goosed a bit. We got to riding around the round corral - he kicked up in back once but no big blow up. I was happy to stay 'in the saddle'. He didn't end up being the best horse but that was just the way he was bred - not that we didn't try. In the photograph Lyle O'Bryan is working the horse - he was around 70 here and started breaking horses in his teens and has stayed on many a bronc. This was in 2003 or so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-5653738207293685702?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5653738207293685702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/5653738207293685702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-un-broke-horse-i-got-on.html' title='The First Un-Broke Horse I Got On'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEKC_u2ArlI/AAAAAAAAABw/kVexnzSwAOk/s72-c/Horseblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-1905957003952718701</id><published>2010-07-17T21:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:01:56.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ride Moving Cattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJv1W0cWYI/AAAAAAAAABg/caF_i35k08Q/s1600/Badure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="255" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495077457794718082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJv1W0cWYI/AAAAAAAAABg/caF_i35k08Q/s320/Badure.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was about zero degrees this day back in the winter of 2002. I had just moved out here - before I was really ranching. I was asked if I wanted to ride along to move Badure's cattle. Diana Elwood lent me her horse and her chinks - I didn't really know anyone yet except for Baxter Badure and Lyle O'Bryan. I remember showing up and getting ready to get on my horse and looked up and realized I was surrounded by cowboys staring down at me probably wondering what the hell? I stayed warm somehow and was crazy enough to pack my Polaroid Land camera and sodium sulfite solution - I can't even remember how I carried it. I remember Chris Elwood telling me how to work cattle along the edge of the herd and I must say - ignorance is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-1905957003952718701?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1905957003952718701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/1905957003952718701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-ride-moving-cattle.html' title='My First Ride Moving Cattle'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJv1W0cWYI/AAAAAAAAABg/caF_i35k08Q/s72-c/Badure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902038289175959849.post-6846923795023922806</id><published>2010-07-17T18:09:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:07:50.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Horse - Beau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJGkmWlr2I/AAAAAAAAABY/YBiV97jQaj8/s1600/Beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="256" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495032089929953122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJGkmWlr2I/AAAAAAAAABY/YBiV97jQaj8/s320/Beau.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Beau was my first horse when I started helping out on the ranch back in the winter of 2002 ... I remember going down to the ranch and seeing him for the first time ... I was hooked ... It all officially started then ... That is when I stepped into my current role and entered life ' inside the photograph' ... Good ol' Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902038289175959849-6846923795023922806?l=myranchinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6846923795023922806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902038289175959849/posts/default/6846923795023922806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myranchinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-horse-beau_17.html' title='My First Horse - Beau'/><author><name>MY RANCHING LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838807667625760567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4-MXmyA9ao/TiCZQPCNBpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/STq2zYZ5Rpw/s220/LaughtonPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mQvQXIxNpeo/TEJGkmWlr2I/AAAAAAAAABY/YBiV97jQaj8/s72-c/Beau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
