In the spring of 2014, many people are making their way back from Hardin, Montana, where they were paying tribute to Dick LaFrance. Dick was a good veterinarian, an opinionated old cuss, a good man, and a good friend to many. I have heard my father use the word “hero” to describe very few people, but…
Tag: Bridger
In Memory of Karen
In memory of Karen Hoaglund Hauge…
Fall Gathering, or Sagebrush Meditations
Sam and Monica still do lots of things the old way, using horses to gather to gather up the cattle. Sam may own a four-wheeler, but he is much more at home on a horse. Dad once described him as a “pretty fancy calf roper,” and I think he still is. But last weekend, Sam…
Burn Baby Burn!
Bridger’s Volunteer Fire Department must have spent the weekend on high alert as my dad finally torched the funeral pyres of Russian olive trees that had dotted the pastures for several years. Why was the fire department at Defcon 5, its highest state of readiness, you ask? That would be because of dad and his…
Sweetbreads Are Not Necessarily Pastries, or Why You’re More Than What You Eat
Sweetbreads aren’t necessarily pastries..
Preg Checking Peekaboo, or Why Red Heelers Distrust Small Boys
What happens when two boys try to preg-check a dog on a Montana cattle ranch…
You Know You’re Small Town When the Flower Gardens Sport Irrigation Rows, or How Apple-Rhubarb Crisp Makes Everything Better
Small-town gardens that sport irrigation rows and a recipe for apple-rhubarb crisp
Montana, the World’s Best Dog Park
Adventures with Dogs in Montana, the World’s Best Dog Park
Valley of the Shields
Early one morning last July, mum and I gathered up Prissy, snagged Riley from his pen over at Jerry’s place, then drove up to meet Nicky and Barry. They had the day off and are all-around good souls, Mum was not off judging horse shows that day, and I was unemployed and enjoying summer….
Strayhounds 