The only surviving picture of Andrew Ranching is wonderful. Most of the time. You get to spend your days outdoo...

Everything Under Construction In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and bought ...

Swimsuit? Or underwear. You decide. It was a hot summer day. The girl whose family owned the only swimming pool in the town was hosting ...

A 'Cute' of puppies For over 35 years, we have raised Old English Sheepdogs. I love them. To me, they are the perfect breed. Hap...

Irrigation. So simple, a child could do it. The Stringam Ranch sits in a bend of the south fork of the Milk River. In the driest par...

The new house, 2 AH (After Hail). The handsome guy in the foreground? My Dad. The day had begun like any other that summer. Cloudless b...

 Grant, age 3.  Jelly Fish rescuer.  And cutie.  It looked like a blob. It was a blob. A blob of jelly-like substance, trailing long ...

My Victim I had my driver's license. I was queen of the world! I have to admit, here, that most ranch and farm kids were driving fr...

The summer I turned nine was supposed to be the most exciting of my life. And it was. For all of the wrong reasons. First, ...

The Stringam Wagon Train I love horses. All horses. So much that I ate, breathed and slept horses. Literally. On the ranch, everythi...