Mike Moutoux's Ranch Notes
The Fall works are winding down; we’ve done the last of the vaccinating as far as I can tell and branded a few more calves. We had a pair of big ones one morning. Jerry roped the first one by just one leg and I got the calf under control okay. Sometimes the big ones are the calmest. As we let him up, Jerry remarked, “Oh, that was the small one” Sure enough, the bigger of the two was next. Jerry caught both legs this time, but the calf was almost impossible to roll onto his side. While I wrestled the calf, Jerry offered suggestions and I finally rolled the calf over. I was whupped and about out of breath by the time it was over.
Later in the month, I was putting out some salt blocks and ran into a quail hunter. He had collected a nice mixed bag of Gambel’s and Scaled Quail. The latter are pretty interesting things and sit real tight until you almost step on them.
The weather has been pretty mild and we are taking our vests and jackets off by mid-morning. It’s my favorite time of year; the air is dry and clear and the haze of summer is gone. Mountains that once seemed out of focus now are clear and full of details not seen for a while.