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I Know You'll Miss this Man

The Lord spoke to the heavy hearts that stood with hats in hand “Your sadness pains me deeply and I know you’ll miss this man But, it’s true what you’ve been hearing, Heaven is a real place....

 

So Long...

Dear Folks, This is Cindy Lou, Baxter’s wife, writing to you. I am very, very behind in sending this out to you but I wasn’t sure what to say. Not a good excuse, Baxter would say as he got after...

 

A Horse Matters

I like living someplace where a horse matters. There is just some country where horseback is the only way to get the job done. Places where the four-wheeler is a poor second, not to mention a noisy,...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

It’s Christmas time, when we celebrate the birth of Christ. In the U.S., surveys show that more than 80% of us believe in God. That’s more people than have lawyers, drive foreign cars, believe...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

I was reading the paper to the cat last week. She tries to keep up on current events, particularly stories about politics and alien landings. We got to a story where a few obscure animal rights...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

It’s true that my steer is all-natural I’ve dispensed with all vaccines and drugs Not one pesticide is poured on his hide He’d be lonesome without all the bugs! The lice are his own peanut...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

I took a trip to the museum of natural history. It was a fascinating place: a taxidermist’s showcase. A dog heaven, what with all the prehistoric bones. But as I walked through the halls and stared...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

Most would admit it was an unusual location to put a chain in the first place. Not that it didn’t look at home amongst the rotting posts and rusty headgate, but there it was. Miles and his wife...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

“There’s only one thing worse than eating next to a left-handed person, and that’s heading for him. It’s like trying to screw the male end of a garden house into the matching threads on your...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

“Twas a matchup made in Elko for the cowboys in the know Called the Rough and Ready Knock Down Finals All Ranch Rodeo. Now the Texans entered up a team they thought could never lose When they bet...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

I had just finished loading 184 seven-foot steel T-posts, old ones, by the way, in my pickup and was unloading a mere 24 bales of hay from the front section of my gooseneck stock trailer. It was a...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

It was a severe case of vegetable defamation, the makin’s of a landmark case of harassment and abuse. The plaintiff, a Miss Parsley, was demanding compensation of one Paul Pierre Potato and, to-be-s...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

Do you ever give much thought to where your weaner steers and heifers go when you load’em on the truck or take ’em to the sale? You think maybe it’s like goin’ off to college? Stay in the...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

I’ve got a mule deer hangin’ on my wall from northern New Mexico so I could relate to Rafael’s story. He had joined two of his cousins for a deer hunting trip near Cuba, N.M., where his uncle...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

Astrology is one of those wonderful pseudo-sciences like naturopathy or cattle futures that anybody with an imagination can rapidly become an expert in. I have taken it upon myself to devise my own...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

I try not to make this column too educational but sometimes there is a need that can’t be ignored. When ranchers and cowmen work their cowherd, they are often under pressure to cull cows that they h...

 

Feedlot Heroes

Now and then I get to thinkin’ I should quit this feedlot job. Go and ride with Buster, what’s-his-name, his Texas wagon mob. Maybe move to old Montana, wear them bat wings for a while Or do...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

When you take a seat in the waiting room of a veterinary clinic, a feedlot office or an animal health store, you occasionally notice a body sitting there who looks out of place. They are often dressed...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

1. If the new boss’s hat isn’t sweat stained, you can pretty much figger whose will be. 2. Phrases like, “My dad never paid me a dime till I was twenty-five”, or “I haven’t had a day off s...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

R.C. is an animal lover. Maybe not the kind of animal lover that the term has come to mean in this era, but the kind that requires a greater commitment. He would tell you he’s a farmer. But he’s...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

When I hear a truck pull up in front of the house and the pandemonium of dogs barkin’ would wake a hibernating mastodon, I relax. It’s only my neighbor, D.K., come to borrow something of his...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

Corn country landscape - painted late summer - high clouds, heavy with moisture waiting for afternoon to thicken and darken and start raising Cain. You can see for miles. Brown, green, yellow patchwor...

 

On the Edge of Common Sense

“Mama, when’s Daddy comin’ home? Is it time to worry yet?” “By supper, darlin’. Eat your Cheerios.” He rode out this morning early. Like he does six days a week I always make him tell...

 
 By Baxter Black    Opinion    August 5, 2021

On the Edge of Common Sense

Some might wonder why prehistoric cave drawings weren’t more detailed. Surely there were artists capable of rendering intricate representations of the circulatory system of aurochs or the dentition...

 
 By Baxter Black    Opinion    July 29, 2021

On the Edge of Common Sense

Ted and his dad needed some cows to stock their little ranch in Oklahoma, and they needed ’em right away. A local trader solved their problem and injected a couple loads into them. By fall Ted...

 

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