My Cowboy Cousins
My cousin Gary (first cousin once removed) and son Rowdy are real live cowboys. This afternoon cattle were trucked in from feed lots where they wintered, to summer grazing in the green fields of the Bitterroot Valley. Then they’ll be sold for free range meat. The contract for this herd is with a European distributor. Gary and Rowdy will pasture them until fall.
Being on the ranch to watch the action was one of the greatest experiences of the trip…cowboys, cattle, horses, dogs, corrals, mountains, blue sky. I LOVE MONTANA…more tomorrow….
Posted on June 8, 2013, in Living LIFE and tagged cowboys, Horses, Montana. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
The story almost tells itself, you don’t need a lot of words. Happy cowboys in Montana, it looks like “the good life”. There is something very honest about being connected to the land this way. Every year the hotel I worked at hosted the New Mexico Cattle Growers Association annual convention. A hotel full of cowboys and cowgirls and they were the nicest people I have ever met in my life. Thanks for reminding me of my cowboy connection. Ride on Marjorie!