We had a cat named Murphy,in Cowboy Heaven Montana
he was a fancy gray Himalayan cat..pretty but not real bright.
Murphy took a liking to one of the ranch hands, name of Paul.
Paul didn’t like cows, at all well kinda how I feel about Fire ants,I’m pretty sure
I have mentioned I hate fire ants.
Paul did other ranch work usually, fixing gates, building fence..
stuff.
One day on the ranch I needed to sort some heifers and Paul
got volunteered to run the gate,that’s my nice way of saying.. tough Paul.. get your hide up to the corrals with me..
Gawd help Paul.
This one heifer a yearling charlois
wouldn’t go thru..for nothing.
I crowded her and she turned back, I used a bull whip and she skipped away..
I was starting to build a coil with my rope , thinking I’d impress the Heifer with the hoolihan throw,
which by the way is kinda a backwards flip, used infrequently,
and not spook the 50 other heifers we still had to work,
when I look up and here’s Murphy sitting behind Paul, who was cussing pretty creatively
did ya ever notice in the bitter cold cuss words hang in the air longer?
and Murphy heels this heifer.. out the gate she go’s..
Gawd
Murphy the cataheeler..
And Murphy won a 50 dollar bet for Paul doing this again.
The Himalayan cataheeler..
Paul moved on the next spring..
to dang bad.

It’s cold this morning 30 degrees..what used to be called a killing frost..
ya know.. there something about seeing frost here.. well
makes me think of snow, which makes me think of Montana.
Being a Florida transplant from Cowboy Heaven Montana,
just relax , and bear with me a sec..

I know all the old songs, continental cowboy, strawberry roan,
talk about a butt ugly pony..

Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose,
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip,
With a big 44 branded ‘cross his left hip;
He’s ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he’s a reg’lar outlaw

we had 1 or 3 ponies with his temperment..
dump ya in a heart beat.
good working ponies, if ya could ride em..

remembering the nights I sang to the herd on my watch,
or the music I recorded and played when I needed
something besides a moving horse and -30 degrees to keep me awake..
yeah you can fall asleep in those conditions.. and yes you would freeze to death.
But..
ok.. my brain isnt keeping up today..
I had a invitation , of sorts from 100 bloggers

sort of.. and I was pretty excited about it.I think thats called a catywompas
invitation..

so being the pushy woman I am , I have send .. several letters.. saying OK!!!
we will see..

but theres something wonderful about keeping ballads and folk music ,
country, western alive
celebrated..

I know most folks are thinking christmas, christmas music..
not me.. Im thinking
Doc Watson the tennesse stud

I have changed the spam policy here..
Today I had to delete 225 spam comments..
so
we will see if this works..
and yes they is a certain place where spammers should go..
to a galaxy far far away..