Foreman of the Rough Ranch
By Julie Carter
He wore a hat that should have had a burial five years ago, but the turkey feather stuck in the hatband was in fair shape.
The
lean, wiry puncher, with his britches in his boots, was a reputation
kind of cowboy - reputed for his abilities to handle cattle and horses
-- and for doing things "Darrell's way."
Everybody that worked
around Darrell knew there was the easy way, the hard way and Darrell's
way. Darrell's way made the hard way look easy. Legend has it, Darrell
wasn't afraid to make his point, if needed, with his fists.
One
time Darrell had the neighbors gathered up to put a couple truckloads of
fresh cattle out on wheat. The first job was to get the calves to stop
running after they bailed from the back of the truck. Finally, the
critters were convinced they were surrounded with Darrell riding point, a
few hands on both sides and a particularly aggravating cowboy riding
drag at the back
This cowboy, out of pure meanness, kept pushing
the cattle up over the top of Darrell in the front in an attempt to make
the cattle start running again. Darrell would ride back and give him
the "what for" and then the cowboy's wife would bail into the argument.
While the "discussion" often ended in a fistfight, everyone else had to
stop the cattle from running off.
For all Darrell's poor ways
with handling some of his help, he was better than a good hand with
cattle, had a strong work ethic and made an excellent ranch foreman.
While he probably could have had his choice of ranch jobs, the one that
suited him best was on a ranch with rugged, rough terrain.
You
see, Darrell had a weakness. He liked to ride colts. He liked it even
better if they would buck before he could get them gentled down.
Horse
whisperer techniques didn't interest him. His training methods included
lots of miles and slow, quiet work around cattle. Darrell could get
more work done on a colt than most seasoned hands on a broke horse.
One
year, late in the fall, everyone who was friends enough to come help
Darrell ship yearlings gathered at the Rough Ranch. It was threatening
to snow but after breakfast, still in the dark, he got the entire crew
horseback and headed for the backside of the outfit in a long trot.
Once
there, he began dropping off hands, telling them to gather the cattle
to the hilltop in the middle of the three-section brush-covered pasture.
The hands knew the weather would likely catch them but also knew these
cattle would cross the scales for a payday when they hit the pens, so
needed to be handled slow.
The cowboys straggled to the hill top
with small bunches of cattle, everyone accounted for. Darrell strung
the cattle out, counted them and then counted them again.
Then
he told half the crew to hold the herd and sent the rest back to the
pasture to pick up strays. The weather continued to threaten and after a
time, the cowboys all came back but no one had found any more cattle.
They
drove the herd to the pens, weighed and put them on the waiting trucks.
Darrell reported to the Rough Ranch owner that every head had been
accounted for.
Later in the day, someone asked Darrell why he had
sent the crew looking for strays if he already had the right count. He
didn't answer, but anyone that knew Darrell knew what the deal was. He
simply wanted to put a few more miles on his colt before the day was
over.
There is the easy way, the hard way and Darrell's way.
© Julie Carter 2007
Issues of concern to people who live in the west: property rights, water rights, endangered species, livestock grazing, energy production, wilderness and western agriculture. Plus a few items on western history, western literature and the sport of rodeo... Frank DuBois served as the NM Secretary of Agriculture from 1988 to 2003. DuBois is a former legislative assistant to a U.S. Senator, a Deputy Assistant Secretary of Interior, and is the founder of the DuBois Rodeo Scholarship.
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