My Mother and I were looking at old pictures and found one of me on “Christy” the Appaloosa horse that I wrote about. We were branding calves back in the day of rubber on my horn and a cap on my head, and nylon latigo hanging.
We found an an old album of the place I talked about with the old chute, but I couldn’t find one of it. Thought it was fun seeing and remembering. My Grandfather was a good stockman and new how to make a little money all the time and people liked trading with him because he made sure everyone got the best deal possible