Instead of a recipe, a tribute to Bushwacker, the Farewell Tour of a Champion Bull.

Bushwacker, the greatest bull of all time, is retiring this year.

Bushwacker doing his thing.

Bushwacker doing his thing.

I do love bulls. They’re so dang big. Rhino big. Dinosaur big. Powerful big. Sometimes a bull might give you the stank eye, and then you have to watch yourself. But some, like my daughter’s bull, Bully, are very nice.

Enjoy these videos – consider them the best of Bushwacker. He’s an amazing bull. Oh, and I’ve added my favorite new commercial! Julia

Unbridled (Cowboy Poetry Press Anthology, Volume I)

Unbridled (Cowboy Poetry Press Anthology)

Unbridled (Cowboy Poetry Press Anthology)

One of my stories from ages ago- Natural Born Horsewoman – is included in this wonderful anthology highlighting stories, poetry, art…

This is great stuff. Not your usual read. Right now it’s out in print but the price is right for such a variety of entertaining creative reads. Here ya go… Unbridled

The truth is, the more I write the more I rediscover my roots, and my roots grow from literary fiction and poetry.

It feels dang good to come back home.

I will always love romance, but the genre has changed over the past few years, become almost unrecognizable. I miss the hero’s journey, his walk through the valley of the shadow of death in his quest for true love, the power of love to alter and shape and transform.

More and more romance is sorta all about sex in all its myriad expressions.

I have no idea if or when I’ll write another romance. The rights to four romance books will revert to me next year and I’m excited to get a second look at them. But I’m trying something new… no something old…

I’ve started with Winnerland and with my inclusion in Unbridled. Hey, it’s a journey. Like I said, I love journeys.

Why I May Be Forced to Pre-Kill My Husband.

Ya’ll remember the Canoe Trip of Death?  (Those of you who are new here, ask any of the oldies.  They’ll tell you.  We paddled through Dante’s Fifth through Ninth Circles of hell.  Just type canoe trip into the search window on the main page and you’ll find the series.)

Speaks for Itself!

Speaks for Itself!

Well.  The guide from said canoe trip wants my husband to accompany him on a very challenging technical backpacking trip, not in the Boundary Waters of Northern Minnesota, but into grizzly country in the wilds of Montana.  His wife says he can only go if my husband goes with him and let me tell you if you remember her from the canoe series, that in itself speaks volumes.

It’s not that I don’t have confidence in my husband – he’s survived this trip before.  He’s strong, he’s healthy, he can carry a heavy pack…  It’s just that this same friend nearly got them all killed on a previous backpacking trip to this same mountainous region.  And that was before the canoe trip debacle.  And that was before the man developed a serious heart problem and required open heart surgery and a pacemaker.

Knowing now what I didn’t know then– as in assuming the previous incidents were all just bad luck whereas I’ve come to realize it’s standard practice, his modus operandi if you will– I’m having a very hard time with this notion and I may have to pre-kill my husband in order to save him from a far worse fate.

Ain’t it grand, the way we skewer our poor husbands in our blog posts?

 

I’m Baaa-ack!

There will be changes– in my life and in this blog.  But before we get to that, enjoy these pictures taken while riding my horse in the Crazies, Sweetgrass County, Montana.

The Crazies at sunset.

The Crazies at sunset.

More Crazies at sunset.

More Crazies at sunset.

Meadow. Taken while on my horse.

Meadow. Taken while on my horse.

Still on my horse - we were moving cattle.

Still on my horse – we were moving cattle.

Riding above the river.

Riding above the river.

Here's another.

Here’s another.

Wildflowers - taken while riding my horse.

Wildflowers – taken while riding my horse.

More flowers.

More flowers.

Historic ranch house, Sweetgrass Ranch. We stayed in the haunted historic bunk house.

Historic ranch house, Sweetgrass Ranch. We stayed in the haunted historic bunk house.

This is such a beautiful place.  If ever you have the hankerin’, head to Sweetgrass Ranch north of Big Timber, Montana.  It’s wild – wolves, bear, mountain goats, coyotes, cougars, marmots, elk, deer, antelope, golden eagles, bald eagles… We saw them all.  This is not trail riding.  This is real riding on real horses that spend 8 months of the year turned out in the mountains.  You get to move cattle, restore trails- for those of you ‘crazy’ enough you can use a chainsaw or at least pack one in on your horse- search for runaway horses, mend fences and gates, eat amazing homemade food because there are no fastfood joints anywhere in the vicinity.

The best thing about Sweetgrass besides the horses and the company?  No TV, no internet, no cell phones.  Plus I got to spend time helping my daughter and son in law – moved their cattle – most of the land we ride on belongs to them as they border Sweetgrass on three sides.  My son in law is improving – it’s barely been five weeks since his accident.  He might be back on a horse in 3-4 more months.  He hopes…

And yeah, we had a helpful ghost in the bunkhouse.  No kidding.  Nice ghost.