I’ve been so busy the past 7 to 8 months that I haven’t even had time to think about this blog that I started; the horse show photography has taken off, new adventures have come along, more animals have crashed my barn and so much more. We are gearing up for another wonderful trip and really looking forward to the wildlife, the hiking, the friendships new and old and the adventures.
This has been a relatively hard week for me, it’s been a year now since you’ve been gone. They say time heals but I’m not so sure that is true. I think about you nearly every day, I share your stories and the wonderful things you taught me, I think of all the things that I’ve accomplished this year and I want to share them with you but I can’t. On the other hand I know that you know all that has gone on and I know you’re proud – if not for you none of this would be possible.
I received a message about somebody commenting on my blog a couple weeks ago. The things he said about wolves were far from nice but then again he’s entitled to his opinion. I have to say I think it’s a bit funny. For one thing, you know absolutely nothing about me or who I am. And it’s people like you who continue to make finding a solution impossible; rather than being a real man and discussing things and seeing both sides you choose to make rude jabs. For all you know I could be your neighbor, your neighbor’s girlfriend or wife, one of your friend’s girlfriend or wife or the person who saves your life one day. Your quick to make your comments and run without even knowing anything about me and it’s funny, I’m not much different than you. Well, I’m not rude or disrespectful and I’m not afraid to have a civilized conversation with “the other side” so with that we are totally different.
My grandparents who I spent a lot of time with owned a sporting goods store and gun range. Oh my!! Yes we not only supported hunters, but we also hunted. We didn’t hunt for sport, the pure joy of killing or out of hatred – we hunted to put food on the table. My parents taught me how to raise livestock and I still do. Oh no! I eat meat. I can rope, ride and train colts. I’m not afraid to grab a calf and push them into a chute and I have a great respect for that calf’s momma. I’ve probably cleaned more pens and barns with my own two hands than most.
I’ve read the comments about how “city folk” don’t know crap about how you “real ranchers” live and need to quit interfering. Well, I’m not a city slicker and I’m not a stranger to getting dirty and hard work. I’ve been kicked at, kicked, stepped on, shoved aside, nearly ran over and bucked off with some of the best. I didn’t go to college but I did finish high school and one of the things my dad taught me was is if I worked hard enough, treated people with respect, was honest and had integrity I’d climb my way to the top. I’ve done that with 2 of my own businesses as well as the company I work for and call my “real job.” And when I’m done there I still come home to the ranch and do my chores here. I’ve stayed up with the sick ones and bottle fed the orphans while many walk away to let “nature take it’s course.” Personally I think that’s an excuse for people to be lazy and not take responsibility.
I’d be willing to bet I can out shoot you with a revolver or a rifle any day, however I don’t shoot at live animals unless they have brought it upon themselves to harm my animals. It’s a good thing that I take protective measures before I need to resort to this, that is called “ranch management.” It’s not about tossing animals out onto green grass and hoping they reproduce, it’s about being responsible and foreseeing the future and what it takes to be profitable without assistance from the government.
My dad fought for your freedom and then came home and continued to “protect and serve” you. That was another thing he taught me; when a person needs help regardless of who they are or how you feel about them you reach out to help them. Might be something you might want to think about the next time your so quick to be rude and disrespectful to somebody you don’t know just because they support wolves and grizzlies being on the Endangered Species List and mustangs being left correctly managed on BLM land where they belong. It would be horrible for one of us “city folk” to drive by you if your buddy shot you in the hip during one of your hunting trips on accident and waved as we drove on by just because we judged you as one of them “horrible, wolf hating ranchers” rather than a human being in need of emergency assistance. I’m entitled to my opinion just as you’re entitled to yours; neither of them are any less important than the other. I’m not that much different than you are sir. I’ve busted my butt to get where I am today and to have the things I have. I have seen and taken care of things that would make your stomach turn. Thank God the people in my life have taught me about respect, courtesy and compassion not only for human beings but the animals we share this land with. I was also taught to stand for the things I believe in and to do it in the right way and I will continue to do so.
So thank you for sharing your story by commenting on my blog the other day. You have taught me even more very important lessons and I really appreciate it. I’m more determined now to continue fighting for what I know is right. The next time you are driving down the dirt road and you pass a white Dodge dually with a woman driving and she waves; that’s me telling you thank you!