| SMOKE IN THE AIR when the brandin' crew drags the last one through And the air smells of calf hair burnin' and the horses sweat and the cowboys get To the time when their day is turnin'. then ‘round the chuckwagon their jaws all a' waggin' Laughin' and jokin' each other unless you've toiled there you could never compare This cowboy way of life to another. then the sun goes down on these happy sounds As the cowboys to their bed rolls are turnin' when the brandin' crew has dragged the last one through And the air still smells of hair burnin'. "Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle and you'll never have to walk home" ©2005 Slim McNaught All Rights Reserved |
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| "The Saddle Rack" Lines from The Leathertooler Slim McNaught |
| April / May |
Brandin Time!
Well, I've been hearin' stories about some of the brandin's that have been
happenin' around this range. Seems like some outfits wound up brandin' in
the snow and rain and cold wind. But you know, I never heard one complaint.
Even from a feller with the flu and feelin' poorly, he still went at it like always.
After several years of no moisture and havin' cheatgrass growin' in the bottom
of our stock dams, any moisture looks good. When you have dry cracks in the
pasture that you can loose a newborn calf in, you sure ain't gonna complain if
your moisture comes as snow.
I got to rememberin' years back (after I got past 70 I do a lot of that) when I
was a kid. We had no way of haulin' horses them days, so if it was very far to
where we were gonna work cattle, we'd camp there ‘till we were done. We
had a dilapidated old chuck wagon that we just left in a pine canyon near the
west edge of our range. We'd go over there and gather that end and work â
€˜em on a big flat just up outta that canyon. Then we'd camp in that canyon
around that old chuck wagon. There was a little spring runnin' through the
bottom there and it made a real nice place for eatin' chuck and beddin' down.
While I was rememberin' some of those old days this poem started rollin' â
€˜round in my head, so I wrote it down.
Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle and you'll never have to walk home.
©2004 Slim McNaught
Well, I've been hearin' stories about some of the brandin's that have been
happenin' around this range. Seems like some outfits wound up brandin' in
the snow and rain and cold wind. But you know, I never heard one complaint.
Even from a feller with the flu and feelin' poorly, he still went at it like always.
After several years of no moisture and havin' cheatgrass growin' in the bottom
of our stock dams, any moisture looks good. When you have dry cracks in the
pasture that you can loose a newborn calf in, you sure ain't gonna complain if
your moisture comes as snow.
I got to rememberin' years back (after I got past 70 I do a lot of that) when I
was a kid. We had no way of haulin' horses them days, so if it was very far to
where we were gonna work cattle, we'd camp there ‘till we were done. We
had a dilapidated old chuck wagon that we just left in a pine canyon near the
west edge of our range. We'd go over there and gather that end and work â
€˜em on a big flat just up outta that canyon. Then we'd camp in that canyon
around that old chuck wagon. There was a little spring runnin' through the
bottom there and it made a real nice place for eatin' chuck and beddin' down.
While I was rememberin' some of those old days this poem started rollin' â
€˜round in my head, so I wrote it down.
Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle and you'll never have to walk home.
©2004 Slim McNaught
