Thursday, March 12, 2026

Corralling Cows

It was time to bring the cows in so we can keep an eye on them as they calve. Of course we chose a super windy day, but we’re glad it’s done. Good to have them corralled. 


For this job, I got my buddy Pete Dube to lend a hand. Alls well that ends well. 


They are pretty good about following the feed truck, but still needed some additional pressure to get them through the gate. 


Once in the big corral, we pinned them up so we could pour them. 


Ivermectin should take care of any lice and such. They’ve been getting a bit blotchy. 


One at a time, we ran them through the chute. 


I’d bring them to Pete, and he’d crowd them to the head-catch. 


Most of them we went ahead and caught so they’d sit still. 


While we poured them. 


Then we loaded up the feeder with our new old hay. 


We looked the cows over before we kicked them out. 71 will be in a week or so. 


Should be good. 

At least they’ll have a nice view from down here. Hopefully in a month the majority will be over. Only one way to find out. Let’s ranch. 

The Truth

Is the voice of God.




Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Hauling Hay

Let's just say there was a miscommunication between Jack and I, and he gave away all the hay I planned to use for calving! It was his anyway, but it did make me scramble a bit. So I called my trusted buddy Doug Carr, who fixed us up with some prairie grass in Gillette that he didn't use this winter. Thanks, pal. 


So I grabbed Jim's gooseneck trailer and headed for Campbell County to haul a couple loads home.


Doug was already loading his trailer when I got there. Impressive setup. 


That's a pretty easy 20,000 lbs payload. Doug straps the bottom but not the top. 


Our trailer had rails that tipped the bales in. It is set up to haul the bales round-side out, but we needed it this way to unload.


Two rows of five on bottom and four on top. We just tightened it down with one rope across the top.


Then headed for Buffalo. I was pretty nervous about pulling this big of load with White Horse, but I didn't have much of a choice.


She did good all the way to Johnson County. Never got out of third gear, but also never had to grab first, even crawling out from the Powder River. 


Safe and sound at Jack's place to unload.


I figured one way or another we could get them off with the skid-steer. 


Actually, it didn't work well at all. The forks won't penetrate a bale worth a darn. So we stabbed what we could and pushed the rest off so Doug could get back home.


I just left my trailer and came back the next day with a set of spears. Worked great.


The ones on end, just stab up top.


And curl up as you back away and let the loader down.


Then pick it up and go.


Unloading off the top was a breeze too. 


Money.

That's a good sight to see, once again. We were down to one bale. With a little a bit of weather this week, I was uneasy not having plenty of hay sitting around. Special thanks to Doug for bailing me out and to Jack for keeping life interesting. Ranching would be no fun if it didn't present challenges. On to the next one. 

Freedom

Through forgiveness.




Friday, March 6, 2026

Ranch Ready

Anything mechanical is going to break down, as my grandpa would say. Ranch Truck has been running strong. But the transfer case started slipping. Trying to figure out what to do, we just drove around in 4x4 all winter. Worked for a time. But with spring coming, we had to fix it right.


Finding parts for a 28 year old truck is not easy. Of course, we weren't going to buy new. Finally, Dad found a used transfer case down in Colorado Springs. So we backed the truck in and got to work.


I know have had this gearbox out at least twice, when I owned the truck years ago. 


With little effort I had it busted loose and ready to drop. 


The case Dad found was definitely from a junkyard. As long as it works, doesn't matter to us. 


Same units. Swapped a couple sensors and things out, and she was ready to install.


Bolted right up. 


Put the crossmember in. 


Added new oil.


And she was ready for a test drive in the badlands behind the house. 


Nice little reservoir for this time of year. 

Changed the engine oil and Ranch Truck was ready for spring work. This time of year, Dad likes to have the water tank/pump on for burning weeds. 


Ranch on. 

This is a great time of year. So much potential in the air. It's good to be ready though. With little warning, the wind can kick up and stir into flame a fire you thought was put out. Ranch Truck is pretty versatile, but she's not maintenance free. Today it was a transfer case. Tomorrow, who knows. Keeps life fun, I guess. It's best to not have to get ready, but to stay ready. Ranch ready. 

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Train Bell

Bells are meant to be rung. That goes for church bells as well as train bells. In our case, the church bell was a train bell. Nothing objectively wrong with that. However, the train bell in our bell tower was never used. There were two big 36" bells beside this little 16"er, that we recently animated with external strikers. With that, we pulled the ropes up on all the bells, putting this little guy out of commission for good. So we devised a plan to return it to its original home. 


Darin and I worked pretty diligently to put the train bell in our belfry back on the train it came from.


Our records state that when the church was constructed in 1950, Fr. Grannan had the idea to put the train bell off the steam engine outside of Clearmont, which had been parked and the company gone bankrupt, inside the new bell tower. Not a bad idea, as the bell was not being rung. However, the bell doesn't sound as nice as the bells next to it. Consequently, it never got used. 


The rail line from Clearmont to Buffalo was unofficially known as Duffy's Bluff. For more information read:



In 1982, one of the old steamers was moved to George Washington Park in Buffalo to be put on display. In all likelihood, our train/church bell came off this engine. So, I approached the City Council with the desire to put the bell back on the train it came off of. To which they were in full support of. Let the fun begin!


First step, Darin and I let the bell down from its mounting brackets inside the bell tower. 


Looks good. Quite solid, weighing in at 75lbs or so. 


Not wanting to take any chances, we brought in John for reinforcements. 


Hanging a pulley from the rafters, we sought to lower it from the top down. 


Mission accomplished. 


Once in the shop, we could come up with a game plan. The top cradle was there for the pivot points, but no lower bracket to mount it to the train. Nor was there anything left on the train to mount to. 


With a little research on how train bells are mounted, we built us a bracket out of 1.9" coal-bed methane tubing. We also welded the hinges on to deter any ideas of theft. Once we got to cleaning on the bell, we discovered it was solid brass. To finish all the welding, we removed the bell from the bracket. 


Eventually I took it downstairs and scrubbed on it with hot water and Simple Green. 


After a little polish with some 200 grit paper, she shined like new again. 


For the base, we took a piece of 3/8" plate I had laying around, and drilled some 1/2" holes in it.


Then welded it to some 2 7/8" and called it good. 


Then we took it down for mounting. The original bell likely sat in between the two main stacks, and probably on these two bolts standing up. On the upper left of the stack in view, you can see an eyelet that likely guided the rope.


However, we wanted to put it on front. Better display and easier to ring. 


So we drilled holes into the horizontal vessel. Because we could reach in from the front, we were able to pretty simply bolt it on. 


Then we brought the bracket back and painted it up. 


Once bolted back on, it was game time. By putting it together in pieces, we were able to hoist it up with a rope. Darin ran a tag line to keep it from scratching the front sign and catching on brackets. 


Then bolted the bell back on. 


Discouraging vandals has been a big concerns. So we used nylock nuts on the mounting bolts and mushroomed the threads down on the main bolt. Someone could get away with it, but it's going to take them awhile. 


We also greased up the hinges to ensure smooth operation. 


Mounting up the swinging rope was the next challenge. 


With a bit of hondo for a knot, we had all the work up top done.


Nothing special on the fence. A little 1" poly pipe attached with some smooth-wire, and we were set. 


We put a knot above the polly so you can't pull it too hard, and a looped knot down low so even little, little kids can pull it. 


Darin was a natural.


Giddy up.

Usually when I introduce a new project to Darin, I preface it with, "I have an idea." This allows him to brace for impact for what is to come next. Most projects don't catch him too far off guard. But putting the bell from the belfry back on the train down town, he didn't see coming. Didn't take him long to get on board, though. This has been a fun project for all involved, even the City Council. I hope it is more fun for the kids around town. 

Bells are meant to be rung. They signify life. This old train hasn't ran in 75+ years. But her historical fire still burns hot. She reminds us of a time when ingenuity and determination dominated. A time when all it took was a will to find a way. These days aren't gone, just passed. The virtues needed to see dreams into completion still exist in the human heart. America may be 250 years old, but she is forever young. Let freedom ring in Buffalo and let freedom ring in your heart. And may God continue to bless America! Ranch on. 

Corralling Cows

It was time to bring the cows in so we can keep an eye on them as they calve. Of course we chose a super windy day, but we’re glad it’s done...