tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post8305848953999942652..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Of Life and DeathDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-42677316774228234512013-06-29T16:00:27.062-06:002013-06-29T16:00:27.062-06:00When we moved to the farm Dad told us "don...When we moved to the farm Dad told us "don't make a pet of anything and don't give anything a name"... It didn't quite work out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-42001623212000485002013-06-26T06:33:43.532-06:002013-06-26T06:33:43.532-06:00I've often thought the same thing. Sigh.I've often thought the same thing. Sigh.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-24138334510950208182013-06-26T06:33:25.227-06:002013-06-26T06:33:25.227-06:00Ranch life is so wonderful. But you definitely hav...Ranch life is so wonderful. But you definitely have to take the bad with the good. It is, at times, very hard indeed. Maybe that's why the good times seem so much sweeter! I'm sorry you got nipped. Those horse teeth can definitely do some damage!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-87694301260656700022013-06-25T02:03:37.267-06:002013-06-25T02:03:37.267-06:00That's so sad. If only you'd wagged school...That's so sad. If only you'd wagged school that day. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-51102162419615945672013-06-24T19:21:02.367-06:002013-06-24T19:21:02.367-06:00I almost couldn't bear to read this when I saw...I almost couldn't bear to read this when I saw the first few lines ... but your approach allowed me to, Diane. It IS sad, but like you said it's also a fact of life. I have a soft spot for horses simply because my daughter was daft for them when she was younger and we spent many hours at the barn where she took riding lessons. And even after one came up behind me and bit me, HARD, I still have a soft spot for them. I was more careful about where I stood after that, though :)jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-59911439764875447212013-06-24T12:46:23.510-06:002013-06-24T12:46:23.510-06:00Exactly! It just makes you appreciate the good tim...Exactly! It just makes you appreciate the good times even more!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-71686555163458426392013-06-24T12:45:49.298-06:002013-06-24T12:45:49.298-06:00I had no idea that his abuse happened 'at home...I had no idea that his abuse happened 'at home'. That makes me even sadder. I also didn't know you were with the crew assigned to end his suffering. Sad all around.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-28650457513779470652013-06-24T12:40:37.009-06:002013-06-24T12:40:37.009-06:00Beautiful post! It kind of reminds me of stories f...Beautiful post! It kind of reminds me of stories from old timers about life cycles, some good, some bad, some in between. <3Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11837837549746224325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-22526600601281540532013-06-24T10:59:29.561-06:002013-06-24T10:59:29.561-06:00'Sonny Jim' was another name for that hors...'Sonny Jim' was another name for that horse. I regret to say that his aversion to getting caught began within the ranks of our own ranch personnel. One hired man (who will remain nameless) used to take a whip to the corral with him. He'd whip the horse until said horse would realize that exposing his backside hurt worse than facing the music. It's too bad really. Jerry and Earl, and I were assigned the task of taking him over to the north riverflat where Jim succumbed to a .30 caliber bullet. When the ice went out the following spring all traces of Jim were swept downstream to eternity.George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.com