I am Hubba, but my real name is Matthew J Trask. I was born on December 12th, 1978; surprisingly there are no reports of celestial phenomena on that day.
When I was, we think, 9 months old, I had a stroke, which eventual rendered my right eye sightless. You don’t want to sneak up on me on my right side or I’m liable to kick you. Since we didn’t know that I had had a stroke until I was 26, Dad expected me to hold up my end on the ranch same as the other kids. But like most kids, I shirked my fair share of duty. Unlike some kids, I spent most of my stolen free time reading, and developed a friendship with the English language.
In 2004 I started writing the Elm Springs News, a community social column for the local paper. Eventually I developed a following. I have also written a few other things, songs, a magazine article or two, and some children’s books which we should have out soon.
So thanks for visitin’ as I like to say. And if you would like to see the world like I do, poke one of your eyes out.
This is the sixth major winter storm we’ve had in 20 months. Before the May 4, 2008 blizzard we had several open winters, interrupted occasionally by very uncomfortable winter fronts, but no blizzards. We of course were in a drought, and I can’t say that anyone wanted a blizzard, but at that time we wouldn’t [...]
I have begun my wintertime reading schedule. Actually my wintertime over-reading schedule. At least this year I’m not reading submarine thrillers.
For Christmas, someone got someone else Sarah Palin’s Going Rogue, and now I’m reading it.
When Mrs. Palin was chosen as vice-presidential candidate, I was as ignorant of her as everyone else in the [...]
To anyone who may still be here, I apologize for the long absence from my House.
A lot has happened since I was last here. I moved to White Owl, SD and got engaged to the lovely Ms. Bonnie Timmons. It was about damn time I reckon.
I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to continue doing [...]
After I get done writing about the “Disaster of ‘89,” and write about the “Adventure of ‘90″ I can write about the “Adventurous Disaster of ‘92.” All of these, in case you hadn’t guessed, are stories of our ill-fated cattle drives.
The only one of the above three that has survived is the “Adventurous Disaster of [...]
Ok it’s close enough now I can tell the rest of the story.
The cows had been up at Cascade Springs in the Black Hills since mid July. Except for maybe Dad going to check on them we had pretty much forgotten about them. But Dad had made a plan to gather them into a set [...]
