horse tack, horse halters


    I was listening to my Grandson complain to me about having to go into town to pick up the horse tack he ordered; and how he doesn't understand why they won't deliver the horse tack to us. I listened to him for about ten minutes or so, and tried to explain to him that we lived too far out and that he was lucky he was driving. I told him that when I was a kid we didn't have a car or truck to get to town. My father usually only went once a month, and that was a 4 or 5 day deal if he didn't get side tracked. I was able to get out those two or three sentences before he butted in with the ole "I know, I know. Up hill both ways, in the snow, with no shoes". That was his usual response though, so I was ready. I told him that he should try it. I told him to get on his horse and ride to town to get his horse tack, that is if he wasn't yeller. He is a good kid and the only one out of all my grandchildren to show any interest in raising cattle, and to be honest, my best friend. It was about 80 miles to town so I rigged up a pack horse for him when he was getting his things together. I shook his hand and reminded him we needed two horse halters and five conchos for next months drive so he had better not forget.

     I was asleep in my chair when the boy strolled in. It took him three days to get there and back, and judging by the way he was walking, it must have been a pretty rough ride. He noticed I was awake and started in with the complaining. How this happened and that happened blah, blah, blah. I said "I know, I know. Up hill both ways, in the snow, with no shoes".