Archive for June, 2008

Posted on June 30, 2008 - by Hubba

ESN; Getting Hotter

We are now enjoying the first seasonably warm days of summer, although we enjoyed the unseasonably cool ones as well.

Most of the kind citizens attended the funeral of Dean Nachtigall in Rapid City on Friday.

Many of the young kind citizens and their families attended the State High School Finals Rodeo in Belle Fourche over the weekend. The Sam Johnstons stayed at the Chris Kling residence while Calder competed, and Mick Trask won the trapshooting competition at the rodeo.

Clyde and Chase Arneson had supper at the Lonnie Arneson residence Thursday night.

Lawrence and Doris Burke went to Rapid City for appointments Thursday, and afterwards had lunch with Melissa.

Ryan and Chrissy Elshere hosted Nick Trask for supper Friday night.

Peggy Gravatt entertained the Andy Linn and Jamie Brunsch children on Friday.

Andy and Kellie Linn hosted the Brunsch (more…)

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Posted on June 30, 2008 - by Hubba

Parental Concern

I try to write the ESN on Sunday nights as you know, but last night Paula and I were at the Jinglebob and Cindybob Dennis residence, where we got to meet Jim Thorp and his family, among several others.  It was such a glorious good time I simply could not leave in a timely fashion.  So the ESN will be tonight.

In the meantime, this bit of family lore popped into my head-

Grandpa Mark and Grandma Winnie Trask lived on and operated a large ranch on Elk Creek.  Grandpa Mark usually had several hired men and a lot on his mind.

When Grandma Winnie was pregnant with Terry (I think) a fire broke out on the home place one summer day.  Grandpa Mark and one hired man began tackling the blaze, but it didn’t look like they were going to get it stopped.  Grandma Winnie came out near the fire.  “Winnie,” Mark shouted as he fought the fire, “run to the neighbors and tell them we need help.”

When he said “run,” he literally meant it.  They didn’t have a vehicle that day, and the neighbors lived over three miles away.

But through the smoke and the flames, Mark remembered that his wife was several months pregnant.  He turned around and regarded her for a second.

“Well, don’t run, walk!” he said.

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Posted on June 28, 2008 - by Hubba

My Apologies

So I lose my microphone headset Wednesday, and what do I do?  Curl up in a ball for two days and disappear off the face of the earth.  Way to deal with adversity there, Hubba.

I was kind of hoping my microphone headset would turn up, and I’ve been a little busy the last two days.  Of course I’m being a little disingenuous when I say that, but I was pretty busy.

Me and Austin and Burkinshaw rode most of Thursday getting ready for Friday’s cattle drive.  Friday morning we moved our last bunch of cows to summer pasture.  I was sort of the trail-boss for the operation.  I rounded up ten cowboys and girls, made a plan, woke up at 4 am Friday morning, and had drank enough coffee by six to properly oversee a cattle drive.  Everybody was in the saddle at seven, and it was a custom-made day for moving cattle- cloudy and cool.  We had to move them about three miles, across our biggest pasture.

So after all my careful planning, after I had stacked the deck in our favor, did we win?  Hell no.  The calves got balled up in the back of the herd and while we were going up a steep hill, they spilled over the side and quit the country.  I can’t blame it on the help, or even Dwayne.  There were a few small bobbles in the execution of my plan, but every horse and hand gave me all they had.  It just wasn’t our day to win, I reckon.

After that, we all had lunch and I spent the afternoon raking hay and helping Gemma unplug the swather.  Then it was off to guitar lessons under the Doppler Radar “soccer ball,” and I spent the night with my great uncle Milton Trask in Wall.  I actually just got back from that.

In the Good News department, I got a new microphone headset, my lucky Hudson Bay Blanket just got back from the dry-cleaners, and I’m going to a birthday party for my nephew Little Pat this afternoon.  He turned one year old yesterday.

So we’ll start over here.  The next podcast will be Wednesday, or my name’s not Hubba!

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Posted on June 25, 2008 - by Hubba

Discouraging Words

This is becoming an all too familiar refrain.  I should start a new category- Why I Can’t Do My Podcast On Wednesday Like I’m Supposed To.

If you will recall (I’m sure you have nothing better to do with your time) about three weeks ago, my computer got busted, so I started doing the podcasts at HQ.  Then last week I got my computer back but due to my own incompetence, I went back to HQ and did last week’s podcast.

And left my headset there.

I kept meaning to bring it back to Hubba’s House, but it was right there on the piano, so I left it until today.  When I went to retrieve it, it wasn’t on the piano or anywhere else in the house.  All of the ten people who live there were very sympathetic, and none of them had a clue where it was.

Of course I’m mostly mad at myself for leaving it there, because I knew better.  But I’m also a little irritated at an Unknown Somebody Else who moved it and whose identity I’ll probably never know.

Hopefully we find it tomorrow…

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Posted on June 24, 2008 - by Hubba

Where Is He?

We moved some cows yesterday, and a bull in the bunch got hot, so we left him right where he was, in a big rough pasture.  We were gonna “slip down and pick him up” this morning.

The problem is, the things have legs, and they can go anywhere they please while you’re away.  We didn’t think he’d go far.  He was in a shady spot by a water hole when we left him.

Since for all practical purposes I have one eye, I am certainly willing to admit that I might have ridden right past him and not seen him.  But I had the hired man along, so between the two of us, we had three eyes.  So I am guessing we didn’t miss him.

After dinner here, we’re gonna hit the ol’ dusty trail again.  But if you see a black bull, could you e-mail me?

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