Archive for November, 2008

Corral panels, eagles and mules

November 24, 2008

How to straighten out corral panels

fixedpanelMy friend and favorite old rancher guy, the late Virgil Lawson, once told me how to straighten out a bent steel corral panel — by driving a truck over it. I’ve been eying a bent panel since a horse snafu over at the ranch earlier this summer. So today I decided to give it a try. I set the panel down in the driveway and lined my truck tire over the most-bent round tube. Well, it straightened out the panel, all right, but it also flattened the round tubing and left a herringbone tire-tread pattern in the metal! I thought I heard Virgil’s hearty laugh from somewhere up in the sky, but the truck certainly took the bow out of that panel.

The eagles have to eat too

My friend and neighbor Kevin called this morning and told me about a dead buck deer near here that had a golden eagle feeding on it. I drove over to take a look and found local Colorado Division of Wildlife District Wildlife Manager Justin Krall conducting an autopsy of sorts. He wanted to rule out the possibility the deer had been shot. With the hide peeled back, no bullet holes were revealed, though there was one small puncture in the skin. Oddly there appeared to be some slits in the carcass that were not accompanied by matching cuts to the hide. From what he saw, Justin thought the deer died from internal injuries, either from fighting with other bucks, or from a run-in with an automobile, though there was no evidence of skid marks or vehicle debris on the road nearby. He took the head to test for chronic wasting disease. He said that the DOW has tested about 300 deer from this area in the last year and found no cases of CWD.eaglesmall

Later I drove back to the scene and found the eagle had returned along with a flock of magpies. The big bird lifted off the carcass and landed in a nearby tree where I was able to get an up-close photograph.

Man dies in fall from mule

Condolences go out to the family and friends of a 65-year-old Custer County man who died last week after he was reportedly thrown from a mule while riding near his home in the Antelope Valley area southeast of town.

Apparently Jerry Gregory’s neck was broken in the fall, and while it’s been labeled a freak accident, it is a reminder of the dangerous nature of equine activities.

A mule is a hybrid between a horse and a donkey, and can be quicker and more powerful than either of its parents.

I’ve had horses try to unseat me, but it’s been the donkeys that have put me on the ground. Twice I was dumped when donkeys spooked. Another time I was riding a slight downhill at a trot when my burro Ace stumbled and literally went down on his nose, pitched me over his shoulder and nearly rolled over on top of me. I landed with my forehead and shoulder hitting simultaneously and scrambled mightily to get out of the way.

Despite these wrecks, I still prefer riding a donkey because they rarely buck and are not inclined to run away for great distances like a horse. Generally, if spooked, a donkey will run a short distance, then turn back to see what scared them. Usually you can ride it out until they stop.

Better than summer, writer’s block, ‘Between Us’

November 18, 2008
Golden November — Unusually warm weather has settlled in this november making for rich evening sunlight. Here, Hereford cattle graze in a view looming north from the Wet Mountain Valley.
Golden November — Unusually warm weather has settled in this November making for rich evening sunlight. Here, Hereford cattle graze in a view looking north from the Wet Mountain Valley. Click on photo to enlarge.

Writer’s block, anyone?

There have been comments about the lack of anything new on the site this past week. I suppose there’s plenty of excuses, including not wanting to be handcuffed to a plastic box while the weather is this nice. Consider these November conditions: Warm days and cool nights, little wind, no lightning, no rattlesnakes (well, I haven’t seen one since early October, but I suppose there’s no reason they couldn’t be out on these warm days). So I’ve been trying to spend as much time as possible enjoying this lingering autumn.

I suppose I’m a little bit blocked. This happens from time to time with writer-types. It sometimes feels like there’s all sorts of stuff racing around in your head but few of these things represent actual coherent ideas that can be put on the proverbial blank page. Sometimes an idea strikes that’s worthwhile, but slips away before it gets bookmarked in my brain.

My health adviser Dr. Phil Maffetone attributes this to stress. Maybe he’s right. I’ve worked with Phil since 1998 and he usually is right about these things.

Today I ran in the sunshine and rounded up our cattle from the back of a burro. Perhaps the cobwebs are breaking loose.

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Speaking of Phil, he and partner Coralee Thompson have a new and wonderful music album out. It’s called “Between Us” and is available for download or purchase from his recently reworked and much improved website, where you can also find useful health and fitness information. On this new album I especially like the tune “Garbage,” but it might just be that the opening line has certain implications to my present career situation: ”Oh Lord please get me out of the garbage.” I also like the guitar track on that one.

Coralee’s vocal on “A History of Secrets” is strikingly beautiful, and who can’t apppreciate a song about “The Middleman” these days.

One disappointment is that my favorite of their songs, “If I Become the Wind,” is not on the album. However, you can listen to it directly from the site. Go to “Music” and pull down to Phil and Coralee; you’ll find the player near the bottom. When Phil and Coralee were visiting here summer before last, they played this song in my livingroom and I got to play the chords (with instruction from Phil) along with them on the keyboard.

A wintry blast

November 5, 2008
A real blast of winter blew over the Sangre de Cristo Range Wednesday. Bu evenign temperatures has dipped into the 20s, accompanied by an icy wind out of the northwest.

A real blast of winter blew over the Sangre de Cristo Range Wednesday morning. By evening temperatures had dipped into the 20s, accompanied by an icy wind out of the northwest. Click on the image for a larger view.

A headline that made time stand still

November 5, 2008
Members of The Chieftain news staff gather around television sets as the presidential race is called for Barack Obama.

Members of The Chieftain news staff gather around televisions as the presidential race is called for Barack Obama.

On my way to work on Election Night coverage for The Pueblo Chieftain, I had an errand to run, and then impulsively made a side trip through the intersection of Pueblo’s Union Avenue and D Street, where I had seen Barack Obama speak just three days before.

There’s always a buzz around a newsroom on Election Night, but this one seemed different for so many reasons. The televisions were tuned to various cable news networks and editors were scanning Internet news outlets trying to get the latest word on what was happening. This is newspaper work in the electronic age.

The dictionary defines anachronism is as a chronological discrepancy. And so it seemed strange when a major news network called the presidential race for Obama, and everyone in the newsroom gathered around the TV to see history being made — and what we would be putting into print for people to read the next morning. As newspapers have done through the decades, we would be recording history in print, and believe me it is hard work. The irony is most readers already would know most of the election outcomes before our press would even run.

Still, there’s something exciting about having even a tiny role in recording such a momentous event. Later that evening, as I held a final proof of page 1A in my hands with the huge headline that screamed “OBAMA WINS” I had the powerful feeling of being precisely at a moment in time when everything was standing still — marking the ending and the beginning of so many things.

Standing on my toes to see Barack

November 2, 2008

For about 35 minutes on Saturday, I was 6 feet 2 inches tall. Or maybe 6’1”. That’s because I was standing on my toes among 16,000 cheering people trying to get a glimpse of Sen. Barack Obama.

I had never seen a presidential candidate or president. So Obama’s second visit to nearby Pueblo was difficult to pass up. On his first visit he spoke at the Colorado State Fairgrounds and I was the night city editor at The Pueblo Chieftain that evening so I didn’t get to go.

This time around, Obama was set to speak in the Union Avenue district. After much waffling, I jumped in the car, drove 50 miles, and met my Westcliffe friend Mick and his buddy Warren at the security entrance about a block from the stage. We moseyed through the crowd to get as close as we could. It seemed like we would have a decent view from less than a block away.

I was unprepared for what happened when Michelle Obama took the stage for her introductory speech. Suddenly everyone was standing on their toes. A great number were holding digital cameras or signs up over their heads, and many were hoisting children high to see.

I shifted from side to side and stood on my toes to get a glimpse. And then Barack took the stage. Though he was easy to hear via the loudspeakers, I could not find him on the stage through the arms, cameras and piggy-backed kids.

While struggling to get a glimpse, I was struck by the words. The guy was serious and humorous at the same time. He spoke on very complicated topics using the words of an ordinary person. And there was a genuine quality about his speech.

I can stand on my toes for a long time. One by one the people grew tired, and suddenly there he was. It was not an up-close view, but it was Barack Obama, in person. I was standing tall and while listening to what he had to say I had the feeling I had caught a glimpse of both a presidential candidate and a president.