Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Water, water nowhere…

Back in college I used to do a lot of backpacking with one of my friends. One time he and I were headed out to backpack in the Chiricahua Mountains and as we were pulling our packs out of the car I noticed that he had a milk jug full of water in the back seat. When I...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Fun with tractors

Time for the tale of how I earned a scar worthy of a champion. In the early days, our lone piece of “heavy” equipment on the ranch was on old Ford tractor. I’m guessing that it was of a 1940s vintage, but without going to the trouble of emailing my sister for...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Gymkhanas, part 1

Shortly after I bought Cortez, Mom started taking Kim and me to compete in gymkhanas. And now I’m guessing that you’re wondering what in the heck a gymkhana is. Well, it’s like a rodeo for kids. However, instead of roping or bull riding or any of that dangerous stuff,...

Tales from Date Creek Ranch – Time for a real horse, part 2

So the first horse I tried out turned out to be a lemon. There was nothing for it but to keep on trying. The right horse just had to be out there. The next horse that arrived at the ranch was a friendly-looking mare. The initial stages of saddling and mounting all...

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