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I was raised in California, where my family ranched along with my parents raising us 5 kids, sometimes a few extra with them involved in foster care. I remember as a little girl how I loved watching my Dad ride...especially the gritty horses. He has a special way with horses. I knew from a kid that I wanted to marry a Cowboy...so I did. Although I haven't been a Wyoming Wife for long, my husband and I live an exciting life together. Not only are we partners but were the best of friends. These are going to be stories which include my emotions (which as a female they seem to be on the fritz sometimes!), days gone bad, and days that ended absolutely perfect. All in all...this is just a journal of my crazy, beautiful life as a Wyoming Wife.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I still have my Toes

I’m not sure what my winter activity would be if we didn’t have hounds and hunt big game. Maybe my hobby would be watching Oprah and then Dr. Phil while sipping hot chocolate in my Snuggie. Don’t laugh…I really have a Snuggie, and I adore it. And after I warmed up I would polish my toes a pretty pink.
Yeah right…In my real life we are chasing Mountain Lions, protecting sheep and cattle, getting pick ups stuck, pulling pick ups out of snow drifts, riding our ponies through snow drifts and wading ourselves through snow drifts. Did I mention snow drifts? Here is a sneak peek of our winter.
We start waking up before the rooster crows…3:30 to be precise. In the winter time I eat lunch at 9:00 a.m. sharp. I have already been up for 6 hours. Around noon, or whenever I lose all feeling to my toes we stop and have a fire and I eat another sandwich, Turkey with Colby Jack cheese and Sour Cream and Onion lays crunched in between the bread. This sandwich is a delicacy, we only have these when we are lion hunting, and they are delicious.

 And after we have lunch and let our horses rest up for a day, we take the pick up. And usually get stuck in very hard crusted snow. I take pictures and ahh…shoot, I forgot my shovel, but Kody conveniently remembers it.
We find a lion track and put the dogs on it.
Sometimes we even catch a lion.

In  tree

In a rock crevice

In a hole

And even in a tree house….

Sometimes we take the Argo…the inventor of the Argo deserves a high-five.

Sometimes we don’t find a track, but the dogs find a bobcat.

And sometimes I just cant feel my fingers. Or my toes, or my lips, or my cheeks or my whole body. I love lion hunting, my pony "Lobo", Kody and of course Spring time.

Sometimes the dogs get sore feet, so Kody finds that soft spot in his heart and packs her out on the horse with him. I love this picture.

And I’m just satisfied that after a long winter of hunting, I still have a my toes. And also good friends, Mountain Lions, big canyons, turkey sandwiches, good horses and good hounds.
~Wyoming Wife


  1. That's a awesome story and love the photos. You are a very busy lady.

  2. Thank you! I do seem to stay busy!