He got into the house and came out with a needle and thread. But by and by he made it home and slid off. The distance is lost on me and I can’t ask my dad because he has passed on. It was not easy and it was not a short ride. He finally got up in the saddle and rode slowly back to his house. He held himself together, and somehow made it to his horse who hadn’t drifted too far. Being far “out there”, there was no possibility of medical help. There was a grievous wound, as you can imagine. As he rushed on by with Charlie doing some quick footwork, he swung his head and hooked Grampa, laying open his stomach. But back in that time the bulls had their horns. At the last second he sidestepped the big fella. Great Grampa Charlie was pretty fearless as the one tonner closed in. He could do nothing to save himself, running was a waste of breath. (I wish I could remember his horse’s name, but I can’t.) He heard the bull sound off and turned around to see him pawing the prairie. So intent was he on looking after the Mums that he failed to notice that a big bull walked between he and his mount. Well, it so happens that Charlie needed to dismount and walk nearer some of his cattle. ) He was an excellent horseman till nearly the age of 90 and sat tall in the saddle, dad would tell. are measured in Sections, they were that large. ![]() One day he was out inspecting his cattle. He was a rancher and at the time of the story I am about to relate, he was a widower. My maternal great Grampa,Charlie, an original settler west of the White Mud River in Saskatchewan ( early 1900’s) told the following story to my father when he was a relatively young man and around the time my dad married his wife, Grampa Charlie’s daughter. Not a blog, but just “personally” to you. ![]() Speaking of long ago- you are so good in relaying history of your area and your family too, I am going to start a bit of that myself. gusts we have been having.īut enough of that! I wanted to relay to you a story told to me by a long-time blog follower- Mr. I think all of Utah has come in on the 40 m.p.h. This is our sky…full of dirt and wind and wind and dirt and dirt and wind…oh, yes I said that.
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