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an early memory of mine.
Apr 28, 2018 09:57:45   #
Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon
 
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My first bed was a dresser drawer in the foremans cabin on the Zumbrun ranch. When I started walking my dad sometimes took me to work with him. I always held the gate when they ran the cattle into the corrals. The bulls would shake their heads at me and they looked like giants to me. The Cowboys would place the calves in a sqeeze chute to immobilize them and they would go to work branding casterating v******ting and knotching their ears in one swift operation then turn them loose aand grab another calf. When we got hungry we ate Rocky mountain oysters. I remember standing around a branding iron fire with other little kids and an old cowboy thrusting them on to lengths of wire for us kids. "Just cook them like a marshmallow" he said. When they popped open they were ready to eat. I would come home dirty faced and coved in charcoal and grease. My mother was a city girl from Winnepeg Canada. She would shreek "Jim what have you been feeding him?" She already knew and Dad would say " Well he was hungry" My poor civilized mother. Hehehehe good times.

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Apr 28, 2018 10:38:54   #
Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)
 
... Don D.

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Coos Bay Tom wrote:
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My first bed was a dresser drawer in the foremans cabin on the Zumbrun ranch. When I started walking my dad sometimes took me to work with him. I always held the gate when they ran the cattle into the corrals. The bulls would shake their heads at me and they looked like giants to me. The Cowboys would place the calves in a sqeeze chute to immobilize them and they would go to work branding casterating v******ting and knotching their ears in one swift operation then turn them loose aand grab another calf. When we got hungry we ate Rocky mountain oysters. I remember standing around a branding iron fire with other little kids and an old cowboy thrusting them on to lengths of wire for us kids. "Just cook them like a marshmallow" he said. When they popped open they were ready to eat. I would come home dirty faced and coved in charcoal and grease. My mother was a city girl from Winnepeg Canada. She would shreek "Jim what have you been feeding him?" She already knew and Dad would say " Well he was hungry" My poor civilized mother. Hehehehe good times.
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My fi... (show quote)

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Apr 28, 2018 11:39:55   #
Carol Kelly
 
Coos Bay Tom wrote:
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My first bed was a dresser drawer in the foremans cabin on the Zumbrun ranch. When I started walking my dad sometimes took me to work with him. I always held the gate when they ran the cattle into the corrals. The bulls would shake their heads at me and they looked like giants to me. The Cowboys would place the calves in a sqeeze chute to immobilize them and they would go to work branding casterating v******ting and knotching their ears in one swift operation then turn them loose aand grab another calf. When we got hungry we ate Rocky mountain oysters. I remember standing around a branding iron fire with other little kids and an old cowboy thrusting them on to lengths of wire for us kids. "Just cook them like a marshmallow" he said. When they popped open they were ready to eat. I would come home dirty faced and coved in charcoal and grease. My mother was a city girl from Winnepeg Canada. She would shreek "Jim what have you been feeding him?" She already knew and Dad would say " Well he was hungry" My poor civilized mother. Hehehehe good times.
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My fi... (show quote)


I enjoyed that. You drew an almost too good to be true picture of events. Thank you for sharing.

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Apr 28, 2018 19:49:08   #
Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon
 
Carol Kelly wrote:
I enjoyed that. You drew an almost too good to be true picture of events. Thank you for sharing.


I did some cow hand stuff my self but turned out to be a construction worker but I still fondly remember ranch life

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Apr 29, 2018 15:02:48   #
Liberty Tree
 
Coos Bay Tom wrote:
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My first bed was a dresser drawer in the foremans cabin on the Zumbrun ranch. When I started walking my dad sometimes took me to work with him. I always held the gate when they ran the cattle into the corrals. The bulls would shake their heads at me and they looked like giants to me. The Cowboys would place the calves in a sqeeze chute to immobilize them and they would go to work branding casterating v******ting and knotching their ears in one swift operation then turn them loose aand grab another calf. When we got hungry we ate Rocky mountain oysters. I remember standing around a branding iron fire with other little kids and an old cowboy thrusting them on to lengths of wire for us kids. "Just cook them like a marshmallow" he said. When they popped open they were ready to eat. I would come home dirty faced and coved in charcoal and grease. My mother was a city girl from Winnepeg Canada. She would shreek "Jim what have you been feeding him?" She already knew and Dad would say " Well he was hungry" My poor civilized mother. Hehehehe good times.
When I was a little kid my dad was a cowboy. My fi... (show quote)


When asked what he had been feeding you your father should have told your mother, "just some roasted nuts."

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Apr 30, 2018 00:13:20   #
Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon
 
Liberty Tree wrote:
When asked what he had been feeding you your father should have told your mother, "just some roasted nuts."



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