Karbon Kounty Moos

Another tip of the hat to Jough.
Thanks again, Jough!
I still haven’t seen Napoleon Dynamite.

Hat tip to Jough for this winking farmer.
Thanks Jough!

Hat tip to Zoned Granny for this great old photo.
Thanks ZG!

Will be performing this Friday,
30 September 2005
at Fort Rockvale.

If we ever get out of here . . .

We’ll see you for supper at 7 P.M.

On Labor Day, my husband, his father and brother went out to build some fence. I was planning on getting a few things done here. I brought dinner out to the hills - eight miles away. I ate with them, but left soon after. Once home, I had half a hundred things that I needed to do. I thought that it would be nice to have the place to myself. Not counting all the pets that I’m entertaining.

Well, it seemed that everyone who could afford gas decided to drop by. Half of the hunters in the county came in the driveway, which excited the dogs. Then I’d have to stop whatever the heck it was I was doing. Go out, wrangle the dogs and answer questions regarding elk, deer and birds.

Next, a pickup with Wyoming plates pulled in. The driver was looking for my husband. He never introduced himself, but said that he was interested in the cat. I told him that our cat was not for sale - but my father-in-law’s might be. Then I gave him directions to Hollenbeck Draw. While this was going on, our bulk dealer pulled in with his fuel truck. The guys looking for the cat left. I visited with Dave for a while, got the bill (you don’t want to know), and directed him to the sweet corn patch.

Okay, what was I doing? Another hunter drove in. Another hunter called on the phone. Another pickup pulled in the yard. I was close to screaming. Then I noticed that it was friends from Billings. Who didn’t come empty handed. They brought peaches, pears, tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers. We went into the kitchen and I put coffee on. Side tracked again, but at least it was enjoyable. No one else showed up while my company was there, but as soon as they left it started all over again. I was able to post some photos to flickr - since I don’t have to sit at the computer waiting while the dialup does its slow trick.

The duo from Wyoming drove in again. Not only did he not find the guys, he asked someone else for directions and went on a wild goose chase. I was more than disgusted by then. After giving him the same exact clear directions that I had given him the first time, I said, “You never told me who you were.” When he told me that they had been on the place looking at the cat, I had to hold my temper. I will never understand people that think it’s okay to drive around on someone’s place. Would he have let me drive around his place? I asked him if he had heard about the cat from John at Powell Equipment. He said, “No, I was talking to the guy who sold it to you.” I told him that the D4 is not for sale. He didn’t seem to care, and took off again. Eight miles down the road he found the Baron and told him that he was interested in the cat. The Baron laughed. I give up. . . With a table full of fruits and vegetables I needed to get busy. I put the cukes in a brine.

This morning I made pickles.

Then I brought dinner out to the fencing crew of two. After eating, Lucky and I walked around. I took some photos. I heard that familiar buzz and called Lucky to me. She had startled the snake. She came right to me. I was glad that I didn’t have the pup with me. I didn’t have a stick, a shovel or a rock handy. But I did have the Optio. This was a small rattler, under a flat rock. It was an extremely angry thing. We left it alone.

As we walked back down, I noticed a white pickup parked just off the road. Not far from where I encountered the rattlesnake two weeks ago. I didn’t see anyone - that’s odd. There was a trio fishing by the bridge, but they had their vehicle near them. My pickup was further down the road. We continued down when I spotted the oblivious couple. Hmmmm. . . interesting place for some afternoon delight.

An alert friend of mine from Longuyland named Shannon sent me a link to a NY Times article this morning. I found it fascinating. I know that the Times only archives their articles for a few days before you have to pay for them. I have never paid for an online article, nor do I intend to start.

Even better than the article, is this link:

Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Thank you Shannon!

Proving, once again, that you can learn something new every day.

Will wonders never cease?
Last night we “got off the place for a bit” again.
We traveled to Bridger to a Pioneer Corn Barbecue.
Which has nothing to do with Pioneer Day.

We were treated to some great beef.

And tasty corn - it had to be Pioneer.

We visited with people who we haven’t seen in ages.
And with a few that we saw at Saturday’s dance.

No more fun, back to work…

This is Lydia Hergenrider. She didn’t have a photo in the Gazette article. But she does here. Aunt Lydia is 93 years young and always smiling - or laughing.

Parade Announcers - Dale and Elmer Webb.

Here’s Melvin Brown. He hates photos, so please don’t tell him.

Closeup of one of the many cars Gene Sticka entered in the parade.

Lovely Naomi in Grandpa Earl’s MG.

Harold Peterson came up from Bridger to show off one of his tractors. Harold’s hobby is restoring 2 cylinder tractors.

Burl Hodges and his team of Welshes.

Doug Spaulding is staying cool in the shade. He’s still serving up the barbecue. There’s a dance tonight, so if you’re in the neighborhood - c’mon up!

No, not me - my blog nephew Troy.

He took a break on the hejira to drop in yesterday.
We, of course, were busy.
I know, I know, I always say that.
Even if I didn’t - it still would be true.

We managed to have a mini blogger bash.
Randy was able to stop up on short notice, too.
Hooray!

The Goat has his camera with him. He’s been documenting his travels. When he returns to the eastern MT homestead, he hopes to find the time to upload some of them at his flick’r site.

Craig informs us that we’ve:
Hit the Big Time

Prairie Mary presents her explanation of:
Blackfeet Rhetoric

A.J. Tooley and his wife’s memorable anniversary near Old Faithful is recounted in:
Dances With Bison

Dave Knobel commands:
Let’s Rock and Roll

Jamie Melin reminds us that:
Dreams Stay With You.

Goatopolis gives us an exciting rundown of:
Chasing Fire

Honorary MT Blogger - The Red Neck Diva - who happens to be my one & only blogsister, shares a story about critters not encountered in Montana:
Ahhh. . . Country Life

Dave, AKA Mr. Better living Through Blogging asks for suggestions:
All is not Vanity - Plates

At Watermark, Sharon shares one of her wonderful poems:
Clark Fork River

At Bitterroot and Bergamot, an incredible photo blog - Edith shows us:
The Swans

Alicat’s blog with its photos and food always makes me hungry - so relish:
Today’s dish

David Merriman - A Different Lemming - shares his thoughts on:
Real ID

Randy gives us something to:
ponder

A lovely lady who knows her way around a sugar beet field, Pandora - offers us:
Sugarbeets 201

Sarpy Sam gives us:
Something to Cry About

From one of our Honorary Montana Bloggers, Moosekahl presents:
Why the “Big Sky”?

Updated missing link! Lisa introduces us to:
The Sweetest Girl

Marc, my fellow double fish shares the bittersweet:
Morgan and Tristan

Babs - whose honorary MT roots run deep - gives us something to ponder and something to laugh at with:
Slide Out of the Saddle

Osbasso suggestively requests:
Let’s Get Nekkid!

Kara (of the fabulous photographs) has a recipe - with photos that will leave you drooling:
Recipe for Anja

Honorary Montana Blogger Sam Johnson wrote a piece especially for this Rascal Fair - and it’s incredible:
A Georgian in Montana

Better late than never, here’s Levi’s lesson:
Ramblin’, MIPs and Fireworks

And my post? Hopefully, you’ve just finished it.
All the images are from Aeclectic Tarot.