This is Big Kody and Little Cody
They are a lot of like…more than just their names
They both love paisleys and cowboy ways
They like roan horses…or just plain ole’ broke horses
They both like their coffee black…Big Kody doesn’t mind a splash of baileys.
Little Cody likes to learn from Big Kody
And what is even better is both of them are my friends.
This is the man that loves me
His name is Kody
He doesn’t quite understand why I am so tender
But he loves me anyway
He tells me my boots aren’t wore out enough for a new pair
But I don’t listen
Sometimes he gets cranky in tight situations
So I just do what I need to do
Then he says sorry
This is Kody…the man that I love.
This is my little ‘big” brother Troyboy
He has red hair and likes Copenhagen
He will make you laugh
But has a tendency to make your blood boil
He loves his girlfriend very much
But what is wonderful is he is my brother
I am proud of Troyboy
I love him
This is the prettiest girl I know
Her name is Haley
She is tough and she is my friend
She dances to her own beat
She’s got rhythm
Her heart is big and she is smart
I am proud to call her my sis
I lover her
These are my parents
We never went without
They are in love
And we love them
My parents love their kids…
And they show their love everyday
Being married to a cowboy a houndsman and an outfitter all in one…I now I’m a lucky girl. It never fails I’m always riding the broke horse on our hunts, Kody is always riding horses that “Need some Miles”. Lucky for me, its because I’m to much of a pansy to ride anything that you have to man handle…I’m sure I could get the job done, I just say I’m blessed to ride finished horses. I take pride in the animals I ride, due to the fact that Dad broke them.
It never fails, we take a lot of hunters- people that don’t ride a whole lot, so I get kicked off my horse and thrown on someone else’s. Keep in mind they are very nice horses, but they aren’t mine. I’m just now getting used to the rhythm of “Hobo” the brown horse I have now taken over, due to the heart-wrenching passing of my Studly Yellow horse “Sonny” …he wasn’t a stud when I rode him…but he was a looker. Anyways…The hunter usually rides my horse. This is just something that I’ve learned having to ride different horses. I’m never 100% comfortable on riding them until after the first 20 miles.
The last hunt we went on, where we had to do a horse swap I rode a good horse. He was a black 5 year old. I was nervous, but that’s just me being a woman. When I’m riding a new horse, I always judge the horse by the bit he carries in his mouth. I think if Kody put me on something with a twisted wire snaffle, I would be in for a long day. I prefer, If I’m riding something new that they are capable of riding in a finished bit. In my mind, I think if it’s a finished bit, I should be safer.
It’s amazing how the female mind works, I know when a horse has a finished bit he is going to handle a heck of a lot better, because he has been worked with enough to upgrade from a snaffle, hackamore…etc.
This is just my little piece of information to other women who get kicked of their pony, because their husbands know they are more strong minded and capable of doing more than what they think.
Its been a while since I have blogged! Anyways I’m working on a story about the big move my family made back in 2003, leaving sunny California to bitter cold Wyoming…which now holds my heart.
Every one knows I love hunting Mountain Lions, but it really isn’t something you could physically do 12 months out of the year. January came along and its kind of like the light at the end of the tunnel, meaning its still winter so hunt hard but Spring is coming. We caught a few lions in January, but again it is a bitter unforgiving month for a houndsman. The wind is freezing and the temperature seems to keep falling. I swear my husband can wear a pack of hounds out, there is no where to far for him to go…sometimes I think I need tack mule shoes to his boots.
February is even better than January, it is my absolute favorite month to hunt. It seems that you always cut a few booner tom tracks. Although Lions breed year round, February is the month that they are on the prowl for females. We recently cut a gigantic track, but we haven’t got his schedule down yet…seems when we turn the dogs loose it is just way to old. As soon as we cut him a bit fresher, he is in trouble. We left a beautiful female in the tree at the end February, and little Waylon rocked that hunt along with Copper. We were four hours into a hunt with a client, needless to say he was more than impressed. He kicked himself for leaving the female in the tree, but there are just some lions that you don’t need to see hit the ground. It was really gratifying to leave a cat in the tree to roam the canyons. The perfect snow on the ground became a nasty crust of ice cutting up our dogs feet so we really had to utilize and rotate all the dogs on this hunt. Unfortunately the day a cat did hit the ground, I was at work. Kody told me the story of the hunt, I always tell Kody to give me all the details so I can picture it in my mind. The hunter was satisfied with his hunt, and is planning on booking another cat hunt with us in search for a big tom!
February is now over, I can guarantee you I’ll need at least one cat fix before the month is over. I’m just praying for fair weather and the lord to treat our dogs good with the danger we put them in.
March is my stress free month, it means Winter is just about over, It may puke on us a few more times. But soon enough my wild flowers will be in bloom, we can start shed hunting, working my new colt, having BBQ’s, then soon after we can start bating our bears. Kody has also signed on with a ranch riding and pairing cows while they are calving…but the boss man will let him take a few days off when we get a good snow.
