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A Cowboy’s Faith: Handicap no life setback

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Now, Keith quit that. Robert what are you doing? You boys better settle down.”

Actually that’s probably not exactly how Sandy said it, but certainly semblance.

That was every Saturday afternoon in the mid ’60s. Mom and the boys did grocery shopping while dad Billy generally went to the weekly sale barn auction.

Came to mind with passing of longtime friend Keith Bacon. Others may not have such vivid recollection of those days, while remaining fond reflections for one former grocery carryout boy.

Typical of Four Mile community farm families, the hardworking Bacons had diversified cropping and livestock operations. Keith and Robert were rambunctious farm boys who didn’t get to town very often.

One wouldn’t know it on the forefront and certainly not let on by him or any of his family. Keith had an incurable disease in joints forcing hospitalization in an urban hospital as a newborn.

Despite what most would consider serious handicap, Keith’s parents were determined the boy live a “normal life.” Nobody was to feel sorry for Keith or him for himself, and no shirking of any farm chores and responsibilities.

That became Keith’s definitely expressed always pleasant energetic positive attitude for life appreciated and respected completely by younger brother Robert.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Retiring friend amply appreciated

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Hello. Kelly Lenz suggested we call you to come and work for the radio.”

Of course, Kelly had been a longtime friend in the media business and had assisted with personal ranch event promotions.

The surprising opportunity call came exactly a decade ago four days after being fired from previous employment. Assistant farm director Greg Akagi heard that personally defeating news, sharing it with Kelly who made recommendation to radio management.

Initially taken aback, first reaction was quite indecisiveness, yet with prodding interview was scheduled and before long a new job.

It must all be credited to now even closer friend and daily work cohort Kelly Lenz. There’ve been a number of airwave and print reports in recent days about Kelly’s retirement as a farm broadcaster.

That’s after a remarkable career serving agriculture around the world for nearly half a century with 41 years in Kansas.

Mention the name Kelly Lenz anywhere and eyes immediately light up appreciatively, recognizing Kelly for his knowledge and engaging congeniality. That’s from every local farm and ranch home to state, national and worldwide agriculture and political affiliations.

More than four decades Kelly was up at 4 o’clock, soon live on the radio reporting analyzing agriculture news and markets. Leaders in every phase of the industry, government programs and decision making were interviewed willingly trusting sharing with Kelly.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Early start to longevity

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Passing his farmhouse nearly every morning Monday through Friday, 6:30 to 7:15, for 48 years, he was always up working.

“Returning home, each of those days he was still going strong every afternoon 5:15 to 5:45.”

In the past month, his car wasn’t always in the garage, morning lights weren’t on, he wasn’t apparent at work.

Then the story was printed in the hometown weekly, personal hero Leroy Fechner passed away at 95 years of age.

At such admirable maturity passing probably shouldn’t be too unexpected but the news sent cringing recoil.

The lifelong bachelor cattleman, former renowned quality seed stock breeder merchandizer, conservation-minded crop grower, most ambitious, twinkling-eyed farmer seemed insurmountable.

One felt he’d surely live forever, and probably Leroy’s opinion was likewise such – whenever visiting conversation centered on future plans.

There’d been a couple setbacks in the past decade or so with body injury from farm-ranch work. Seriously out of commission at times forced to live away from his lifetime home some, Leroy always returned.

Back full force ahead, Leroy was checking cows, feeding backgrounders, operating farm equipment, driving slowly down the highway ranchland gazing.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Congenial service is appreciated

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Greenbacks are the best way to do business.”

The old boss insisted that paper money is the safest and most accurate way to handle payment and receipt transactions.

That was probably 40 years ago the comment was made. Certainly, the truly smart man always had a billfold seeming full of folding bills to buy our Monday dinner.

Have remembered the statement occasionally through time, it definitely came back after a recent horseshow. Headed out of town, the gas gauge was below half as pulled into the filling station. Sure didn’t want to run out and have to ride one horse and lead the other to the ranch.

Heart sank when pulled the billfold out of the glovebox and there was no credit card. Of course, the first thing running through the mind was “What happened to it?”

Couldn’t remember last time it was used or where could have lost it. But, realization soon dawned the biggest immediate concern was paying for pickup gasoline.

Unlike the former employer, cash hasn’t been a form of paying for much of anything for several decades. Seems like if there happens to be any real hard dough readily available it’s usually spent for something unnecessary.

However, oddly and coincidently this time a twenty dollar bill was folded up in the hideaway.

Actually paying for gasoline with cash isn’t even that easy to do anymore. Most clerks get a concerned look whenever currency is brought out to pay for anything.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Maturity changes romantic passions

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Been there, done that and no real desire to do it again.”

While philosophy has long been that people never change, they actually can and do in some ways.

What was formerly a “romance,” although some folks don’t understand that terminology preferably describing such as a “passion,” can become unimportant. That is, not completely irrelevant yet certainly unnecessary and unessential for a happy life.

There can be endeavors with such heartfelt attachment one feels they can’t or wouldn’t really want to live without. Yet in reality “this too shall pass” as “time changes everything.”

Forever desiring to be a cowboy in every positive definition of such, certain characteristics just automatically become part of it.

After getting that first horse, a mare, not atypical to many, she was mated and raised a foal. Over four decades that meager beginning developed into a major horse breeding program. Never raising 40 colts a year, the operation approached that level to become known, with demand for production. It was a “romance.”

A Cowboy’s Faith: Fast horse just excited

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“How come your horse is so wild?”

The teenage cowgirl operating the entrance gate at the horseshow asked seriously, perhaps as a courtesy, with concern.

Taken back by the question, initially offended, second thoughts realized it was legitimate query.

Still as the quite mature palomino gelding Cody of Trigger-semblance high stepped eagerly through the gate, response likely seemed rude.

“He’s not wild. He’s a great horse who knows his job. He is trained to run barrel races, loves doing it and is anxious to get started.”

That was an accurate reply said with heartfelt belief and most appreciation.

Yet, none of the other perhaps 100 different horses entering the gate had the enthusiasm of the old cowboy’s horse. So the golden horse with white mane and tail is a “little wild.”

However, put the pleasure horse bridle and martingale on the speedster and ride in the arena before the show. He’s pretty calm, collected, might even get an eight or nine out of 10 given a score.

Always entered in the stock horse pleasure division to help keep his jitters down, ole Cody’s adrenalin still builds. Actually, the horse is just too doggone smart, maybe smart-alecky would be more accurate.

Anyway prancing through the typically slow moving pleasure riders attracts the judge’s attention. Certainly enough bad notice to never get the rider’s Number 17 on the placing card.

Take the big homebred gelding to the pasture for rancher’s work he just doesn’t understand what it’s all about. That’s despite geneticists evaluating his pedigree above average cow horse lineage.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Correct tightness means safety

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Watch out, your girth broke.”

That was the initial sideline scream from more than one at conclusion of a good pole bending run.

“Get off before your saddle turns and you fall off.” Sincere concerned advice came from the gateman.

Confused by all the goings-on, glance down to the saddle billet verified it was gone. Only the back cinch was loosely intact holding saddle on the high-withered old Palomino Cody.

Cautious dismount was made to ground safety as the saddle remained upright for evaluation of what the whole predicament entailed.

It was a weird deal, really, although the front cinch had been tightened to the usual hole. However, evidently as the fast lean horse stretched out on the straightaway home, the girth became loose enough to unhook itself.

A spectator congenially picked the off-billet up out of the arena and brought it to the trailer. Nothing was broken period, as the back cinch, centered rider and the horse’s back kept saddle upright.

Luckily no tack had to be repaired, but the girth was definitely pulled one hole tighter for the next run. It’s even been taken up another notch after a couple runs.

Pulling the cinch is the most important part of saddling up. Such a simple action it would seem. But actually getting the right snugness to suit the horse, the rider and the expectations are somewhat complex.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Cowboys sleep wherever they can

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“I don’t see how you can sleep or get any rest like that.”

More than one made such comment at the last horse show where riders stay overnight by the arena.

“Did you get a good night’s sleep?” is a rather frequent good morning greeting. Yet, it sometimes seems to be said with a bit of sneering, jiving tone rather than complete congeniality.

Remarks are actually being made in regard to the old cowboy’s slumbering arrangements. No arguing they’re quite different than the other couple dozen bedroom accommodations away from home.

Century-and-a-half-ago cowboys trailing herds from grazing lands to railroad towns for terminal shipping slept on the ground at night. There was no alternative, generally with saddle as pillow, a blanket as cover, maybe jacket was pulled on towards morning.

Early day rodeo cowboys tell stories with semblance often camping out at the arena as there wasn’t money for motels.

When horse shows gained popularity mid-last-century, most riders were country people enjoying the weekend family sporting entertainment. Trailers were almost non-existent early on with horses hauled in pickups or small flatbed trucks.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Name and score essential

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“You don’t have the voice to be a rodeo or horseshow announcer.”

It wasn’t exactly those words but close semblance about a decade ago in a straightforward passing conversation.

That may be correct, likely is actually. So no response was made to the remark not said to be rude – honest evaluation from a professional broadcaster.

The opinion was given in response about intentions to announce an upcoming ranch rodeo advertised on the radio.

Regardless of abilities to do such, that rodeo was announced without any negative feedback. It was “just another one” as there were a lot before and a number since that performance.

While announcing a recent ranch rodeo, reflection was when such duties began in the fall of 1969. It was a hometown high school rodeo helping over the weekend during college because the only one who would.

There’ve been a lot of rodeo and horseshow announcing duties since that meager beginning when still a teenager.

Far from being true professional like Clem McSpadden, Roger Mooney, Kyle Elwood and several others visited with through the eons. Certainly not even close to topnotch amateur rodeo announcers Jerry Taylor or Max Stowell back in the day. Amazing inspiring how they could remember certain rides, contestants, and livestock from long before.

Yet for 50 years the microphone has been in hand from the “crow’s nest” calling Western action. Oh yes they’ve all been pretty much local yokel affairs. That’s said tongue in cheek definitely not wanting to offend committeemen who give their all for successful arena action.

A Cowboy’s Faith: A time for everything

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“It never was that way before.”

The comment rang appropriate truth not just subject at hand but seemingly everything nowadays.

Conversation related to several dump truckloads of creek gravel in a big yard pile for spreading on the driveway.

Ruts and potholes in the barnyard entrance needed filled and smoothed again. Be interesting to know how many times that’s been done in a half century, nearly 48 years home place.

Simpler than days gone by as the ranch manager son is talented operating tractor with frontend loader leveling the roadway.

What brought the subject up was cleaning old hay out of the pole storage barn, coupled with downpours.

The barn held standing water with big ruts in front. Even deeper water bogged furrows in the lean-to where the square baler is stored. Gravel will make a base again.

Winter cow lots don’t have a bottom without gravel for solidity. However, those bovine, their calves, sometimes other cattle and horses year around leave droppings accumulating to necessitate regular cleanup.

With loader tractor and manure spreader, wastes go on nearby brome field. That again leaves low spots in the corrals and accompanying pens which must also be filled with gravel and smoothed out.

Never before, at least in lifetimes, have some seen so much rain causing such havoc in so many directions. Likewise, when Mother Nature wields additional detrimental acts hopefully one has not experienced and never does again.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Rains bring more intruders

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.Ample moisture is better than a drought. Yet with continuing downpours come forever increasing problems.

Of course, flooding is the horrific detriment with such extensive physical and financial losses.

Rainfall is essential for crop production if seed gets planted, doesn’t rot or wash away, and remaining growth cycle cooperates. All things considered, water at the right time in appropriate amounts is the biggest attributing factor to yields.

Grasslands are green, lush and already stirrup high on a stocky ranch horse with promise of ample grazing and hay. Enhanced conditions for desirable plants also have intruders growing at record pace. Every kind of weed imaginable is popping up out of nowhere.

The list is extensive but most apparent in recent days has been musk thistle abundancy. Big purple blooms blowing in the wind might seem pretty to lay people not realizing detriments of the noxious weed.

Right out the office window one five-foot-tall thistle glowed in the sunlight. Fortunately, the yard keeper sprayed poison, and the “pretty flower” wilted away. However, the sticky weeds are rampant not just on agriculture ground but everywhere.

Dozens of thistles blooming brilliantly were all around the arena fence at a recent horse show on state property. Evidently, managers don’t understand thistles are weeds that government regulations prohibit to the extent of fines if not controlled.

A Cowboy’s Faith: A celebration of freedom

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Don’t blow your finger off.”

For many decades that’s been advice typically said in jive at this time of the year.

Yet it really is a legitimate concern as children and young at heart are excitedly lighting firecrackers and other fireworks.

Without exception every year there are major body injuries, even fatalities, from carelessness with the explosives.

Interesting how big a thrill so many people get from fireworks, both setting them off and watching colorful night shows.

It was exciting and profitable operating a fireworks stand six decades ago in the grocery store window corner.

That opinion has completely changed these days such that those noisy fiery pyrotechnics seem like a hazardous waste. So many dollars just go up in smoke when they could be put toward many other worthwhile endeavors.

Reason for celebration is still most important although many people don’t even realize what it’s really all about.

Yes, the Fourth of July is a federal holiday for family reunions, parades, picnics, concerts and obviously plenty of fireworks. However, it’s really Independence Day, although seldom called that anymore. The Declaration of Independence of the United States was signed on July 4, 1776, two days after voting approval.

The Continental Congress declared that the 13 American colonies were no longer subject and subordinate to the Monarch of Britain. They were now united, free and independent states.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Ample grass for hay

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Make hay when the sun shines.”

A familiar saying for generations since the beginning of time most likely, its meaning has certainly come to life again.

Fortunately with all of the overly abundant rainfall, there is hay to make this year; at least right now. That’s sharply contrasting the situation a year earlier when lack of spring rains held back tame and native grasses alike.

Short grass, whatever the variety, means short hay and inadequate feedstuffs for livestock. Insufficient hay supplies coupled with harsh wet winter again hampered cattle profitability on many ranch and farm operations.

While those combined inclement winter days stalled fertilization so critical to tame grass growth, Mother Nature lent a helping hand. Despite nutrient application much later than management desired and scientific recommendation, there appears ample brome and other domesticated spring pastures.

Problems always seem to continue in one form or another. Getting those abundant spring grass supplies wrapped up into bales or into other feed storage methods is being hampered.

One sure feels bad ever complaining about moisture, but continuing small showers will not allow grass to dry into hay. Hay process requires mowing the grass and letting it dry sufficiently to be baled for storage. Moisture must be out or the feedstuff will spoil in the bale. Not only is the feed strongly devalued but sometimes harmful to livestock that consume it. Added to the worries, spoiling damp hay can continue festering causing bales to become flames of destruction.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Outreaching helpfulness for devastated

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Mother Nature has wielded a wicked hand to agriculture and many others in the Midwest this year.”

So we are now looking back at nearly six months of abrasive conditions and in harm’s way.  Winter was “like never before,” according to some descriptions. Yet, others quickly reflected tougher cold, wet, snowy conditions. Still this recent winter had additional detrimental impaction from short feedstuffs due to the previous dry summer.

Native grasslands are likely forever scarred from continually deepened mud ruts created by ranchers moving nourishment to hungry cowherds.

Seriousness was more extreme as unceasing pour downs caused flooding of the nation’s richest cropland. Much of that will never approach quality of previous lifetime. Yet, worse is the loss of human lives, accompanied by livestock deaths, homes, buildings and equipment valued in the multi-millions.

Staggering are the acreages reported with extensive damages from earlier rainfalls fortunately prompting government financial assistance. Money is essential for livelihood but cannot replace lives, topsoil and family heritage of centuries.

Add to terribleness, rainfall has continued, with flash flooding frequent in many locales earlier not harmed. Major overflowing remains in almost daily warnings as occasional reprieves are soon replaced by worst threats.

Those missing high waters soon got humongous hail stripping trees, grassland, fences and homes. Sprouting leaf growth was gone, pastures appeared burned, and fence posts flattened. Some homes completely destroyed while others extensively, expensively damaged.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Enjoy cheeseburgers and fries

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Don’t eat bread or potatoes; they’re harmful to the health.”

Just wait a minute. The human race has lived on those two foods likely since the beginning of time.

They’ve done pretty well all things considered. History studies indicate that’s about all there was at certain times, and it sure beat going hungry.

Yet, opinionated eating hazard philosophy has been going around for some time now, too.

Just think how good a piece of bread with peanut butter and jelly tasted after school. Bread with butter and thick sugar spread on it also hit the spot. Those kids grew up just fine.

So what are people supposed to eat these days? The advice heard last week was quite contradictory to nutritionists’ information not really that long ago either.

“Eat lots of meat and it’s okay if there’s fat on it.” That’s good news for red meat producers.

Remember when fat was supposed to be bad? Well cattle and hog breeders got their livestock too lean. Not only were the animals too skinny to efficiently produce, but their meat was tough without appetizing flavor.

Fat really is an important part of meat. Now nutritionists as well as livestock growers seem to have come to senses of that fact.

Eggs have had their share of bad rap through time as well but now get praise for nutritional eating. Vegetables are perfect eating complement it’s proclaimed. “Oh corn is so good.” Nope corn is a grain; that’s bad, ugh?

A Cowboy’s Faith: Those were good times

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Everybody is so old.” “Who is that old woman over there?” “That old man looks familiar, but he’s older than he used to be.”

Well, semblances of those comments were whispered more than a couple of times. Yet, the words went through minds much more often.

“Are these really the golden years?” That was the most frequent sounded question.

Okay, it was a golden party, the 50th high school reunion. Everybody there was still alive since walking across the Ole CG High stage with a sheepskin in 1969.

Not all of the diploma recipients of graduation day for the largest class ever at that time attended. Less than 40 percent of the 100 members were there, some traveling halfway across the country.

Saddest part of the first event of the three-day celebration was that 20 classmates have gone to the great beyond. They were solemnly memorialized with inner thoughts of each as they looked 50 years ago.

Half a century is a long time, longer than some who passed lived. Yet, it was like only yesterday when memories of high school days were recalled.

Remember the twins’ car? What teacher liked certain girls only on the front row? Who was it who ran through psychology class that day? How many jumped out of the biology room window?

A Cowboy’s Faith: Day for remembering, honoring

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.It’s time to remember and honor those who’ve passed on. Memorial Day, Monday May 27, is a federal holiday in the United States.

Businesses will be closed and special events will be hosted at many cemeteries.

Yet, likely majority of the population will not visit gravesites. Even sadder they will not even give perhaps a single thought to family and friends gone to eternity.

Oh yes, it’ll be a day at the ballgame, on the lake, long awaited road venture, whatever weather logistics permit. A day without work to catch up on rest is always appreciated.

That’s not what it’s all about. Memorial Day, known as Decoration Day by forefathers recently as the 1960s, is for remembering and honoring those who’ve died.

It was originally for recognizing those who died serving in the United States Armed Forces. Now, the day is set aside to honor all those who’ve gone to the great beyond.

During cemetery visits, memories are reflected and typically flowers placed at gravesites. The practice of decorating soldiers’ graves with flowers is an ancient custom.

Soldiers’ graves were decorated in the United States before and during the Civil War. Volunteers also often place an American flag on graves of those who’ve served in the military.

It is now older generation who visit cemeteries and take part in Memorial Day programs. Millennials, those born between 1977 and 1994, sometimes follow family tradition paying respect to deceased family and friends.

“Your grandchildren will not visit cemeteries,” a good friend insisted when relating annual cemetery stops on parents’ birthdays. The thought hadn’t occurred but it’s likely a fact.

Don’t those young people have any respect for their relatives? They wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for earlier generations.

Yet, what seem important customs are definitely going wayside. Traditional funerals and burials have become less common. More than half of deaths result in cremation with that number increasing annually.

Urns of deceased are sometimes buried, but as frequent put on a display shelf or cremains spread over nature.

Too often there is no memorial or any honor of the deceased gone and forgotten forever. Even with spiritual beliefs assured, that somehow seems an eternal gloom.

Fortunately reminded of John 11:25: “Jesus is the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in Him may die, yet shall live.”

A Cowboy’s Faith: Foggy days deserve respect

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Visibility zero.” “Visibility one-eighth mile.” “Visibility one-quarter mile.”

Any of those forecasts are time for alert. Actually best just stay home until the report changes. A quarter-of-a-mile allows some vision, but one-eighth is treacherous.

Zero visibility means there’s no way to see. Like the dark of night with cloud cover, no moon, no stars. A person can’t see anything period. It’s essential to stay off the highway for personal safety and well-being of any dumb one driving in the fog.

Needing to fill up with gas before heading to work, turned right to town, roadway ahead could hardly be seen. Not very far. By the time came out of town heading north, there was fog, but could see enough to feel safe.

Next morning, another group of cows and calves to work before grass, crew was to be ready at 8 o’clock. Barely seeing the road, arrived in ample time, but the gate couldn’t be seen let alone any cows with calves.

Starting time delayed an hour, and it was still foggy, as cowboys horseback headed east to gather the pairs. Somehow everyone was accounted for when the makeshift panel corral gate closed.

Wasn’t long before sun was shining bright, no inkling that one could barely see minutes earlier.

Whenever the fog is that bad, can’t help but remember many years ago driving to Concordia for a farm show. It was foggy for sure, but driving slow carefully, wasn’t worried about hazards.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Powers of floodwaters devastating

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“It’s better to have too much rain than the opposite.”

That’s the comment heard reflecting dry conditions of a year ago compared to now.

Obviously local opinion is legitimately countered with disagreement from those suffering irreplaceable, financially devastating flood damages.

Deepest heartfelt condolences are expressed to those experiencing terribly dramatic forever life altering acts of nature.

Vastness of loss remains incomprehensible to outsiders despite vivid news coverage of extensive flooding horridness.

Worst loss is human lives taken by uncontrollable, no escaping raging high waters.

Everybody in the nearby flooding region has been lifetime diversely harmed. Farms of generations destroyed, never to be replaced. Richest soils of the world were stolen by rampant overflowing.

Entire livestock operations morbidly were taken with no reprieve despite distinct natural instinct and owner-operator management assisting tactics.

Even with government programs and broadest generous financial assistance, life as was never again, no matter how evaluated.

Money cannot buy what has been lost. No way to start over, begin again. Life goes on in an entirely different direction, never expected or imagined in the scariest dream.

No actual semblance, yet cowboys are experiencing dilemmas with local flooding now, too.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Good sides of weeds

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Favorite flowers on the ranch are dandelions.”

At least that must be the case as the entire yard has been covered with the colorful yellow blooms.

Interesting the response for roll call at a recent meeting when members were asked their favorite flower. More than half of those attending said: “dandelions.”

Evidently, everyone’s weed control methods are identical. Nothing was done and the little pretty yellow flowers thrived.

One time years gone by, a broadleaf herbicide was spread over the lawn when green started showing. Believe it or not, hardly one dandelion lived.

Even worse than the lawn flowers are the white fuzz balls replacing pretty blooms and now intensely seeding dandelions. If it’s possible, next year’s yellow flower bloom crop will likely extend the present one.

Now just wait one minute, perhaps instead of complaining entrepreneur business enterprises should be started.

It’s been contended that dandelions can be used to make wines not generally available at most places selling alcoholic beverages. Promoters proclaim the prolific yellow lawn weed is easily crafted into a “tasty true elixir of health.”

A Cowboy’s Faith: Barn hole actually blessing

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Marvelous Magnificent Maggie kicked a dinner plate size hole in the steel siding of the indoor riding arena this morning.”

That note on the ranch house kitchen supper table greeted a cowboy returning from a long day at the office.

Wasn’t any use getting upset eight hours after the buckskin mare had been “making laps, bucking, running and kicking.”

Still, laughing about the rambunctiousness and damages sure wouldn’t have been the right take on the hole-in-the-barn either.

Most importantly: “Was Maggie hurt?” Apparently not, at least there weren’t any obvious cuts or lameness.

“So what caused her to get so excited? Was she scared of something?”

Perhaps, a piece of paper blew across the arena? Maybe a mouse scampered under her feet? Strong winds might have rattled the tin or the big sliding door?

A sparrow or mourning dove may have flown in close over her head or came in suddenly from her backside? Possibly one of three barn cats out hunting ran by her unexpectedly?

No logical explanation could be given.

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