FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Riding the Range With Floyd

FC 11 O-09

Floyd Oyhus

The Wild Old One-Horned Wannagan Cow

Now this cow was wild and seldom seen; She always hid in some brushy draws. She only raised an occasional calf; Because the bulls she seldom saw. We found her up on Wannagan Creek.

Riding the Range With Floyd

FC 11 O-09

Floyd Oyhus

The Politician

Now this politician was getting gray, But with most of the voters he sure had a way. He smooched all the ladies and hugged all the men, And kissed the baby's again and again.

Riding the Range With Floyd

FC 11 O-09

Floyd Oyhus

Beware of the DVM

There were strange things done in the midday sun, by the Doc's who toil for gold; I found that out without a doubt, When I was five years old. IN the olden days there were various ways,

Riding the Range With Floyd

FC 11 O-09

Floyd Oyhus

The Not So Sweet Smell of Success

I caught a little skunk one day, In a coyote trap real stout; It was early in the summer, No way to get him out! I was too young to own a gun,

The Christmas of the Phonograph Records

FC 11 H-54

Linda M. Hasselstrom

n/a

Prose: Lamplight was pouring from the open door in a cloud of freezing mist over the back end of a loaded wagon, with three neighbors easing great boxes off, father limping back and forth

RU Lazy 2?

FC 11 N-15

A.G. Nelson

Stupid Attack

At times I've been fully amazed, At some of the things we do for fun; Each time trying something bigger, Hoping never ever to be out done.

RU Lazy 2?

FC 11 N-15

101

A.G. Nelson

Beula Lue

I feel the urge to give the account, Of a love that left me numb; For love is not only blind, But most often deaf and dumb!

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

I had never thought much about cowboys or the West. I really wanted to be a carpenter or a surgeon but both of these careers meant back to the dreaded halls of knowledge.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

After a year or so, I figured that I had come to know about all there was to know about punching cows, so in my infinite wisdom I decided to take on a new, bigger challenge.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

It was the end of September and we were preparing to start our fall works. This is a busy and exciting time of gathering cattle, making re-rides looking for missing cows and working with the really big herds.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The big cattle ranches of the West have one thing in common--rough country and lots of it. The cattle are turned out into areas that have the grass and water to support them

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The early 1980s were times of unlimited freedom for me and my cowboy compadres. If one were to look at the letters we wrote to one another and retrace the return addresses and postmarks,

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Wendell Stolzfus was just a gangly kid fresh out of high school when he left rural Alberta and headed west, colliding head-on with me and Stan in the Nicola Ranch cookhouse.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The spring of 1983 found me and TD (Tickerdog) on the payroll of the spectacular Quilchena Cattle Company,

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The beginning of 1984 found me and Ticker back down in the Nicola Valley. I hired on for my second spring at Quilchena and was enjoying both the surroundings and the boys I had to work with.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

In the middle of summer 1985, me and a few cowboy pals were invited to an afternoon pool party at the home of an executive friend.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Chris sure was a good little cowboy's wife. She always made me breakfast and never threw any boxes away. Why this whole husband-wife thing would have been perfect if it wasn't for her useless cat.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The summer of 1987 was a good one for us, Chris and I were busy showing off our baby boy, Mark. He showed up in January of that year, and we were getting pretty used to having him around.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

The Baird family owned the feedlot and ran a pretty good show. I learned a lot about the proper way to feed cattle for a profit.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Winter was in full swing now, and all the cattle were home and happy on the feed grounds. In our end of the universe, we move the big cowherds around to wherever the hay happens to be stacked.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

103

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Every September for many years the cow country around Kamloops would come alive for a few weeks. The Panorama Cattle Sale is the highlight of the fall.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

112

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Fall works had snuck up and surprised us again as usual. Before we realized what had happened we were well into November and busy preg-checking the cowherd.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

121

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

I wasn't the only one having all the fun with cowdogs round that time period. Some of my friends were entangled just as much as I was with their own canin partners.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

129

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

If anyone even mentioned the Gang Ranch to us young cowboys we'd get so excited we could scarcely breathe.

Cowboys & Dog Tales

FC 11 O-8

139

Tim O'Byrne

N/A

Lots of things remain the same throughout history and I strongly suspect Murphy's Law was well in place long before Murphy was even born.