Yesterday I visited with a neighbor- a kid younger than my grandson, probably around 18 or 19 years old. He is riding fence for the ranch that borders us on our eastern boundary. Now that is some rough country—beautiful to be sure and with plenty of water and forage-but ROUGH. His job is to ride all day and lead a pack mule or two to patch fence. Now this is thousands of acres of basically wilderness. Thank goodness for ranch raised kids who know how to work, can take care of themselves, and have the gumption to cowboy on big, wild ranches.
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