The Montana Cowgirl

Gust Blog (lol, get it): Marmalade Boots, A Letter to the Wind

Posted by in Blog, Crazy Mountains, Montana, ranch wives

I thought I would post this letter from my good friend on this rare still morning under the Crazies! Plus, I almost choked on my coffee from laughing when I read this. Because it’s SO TRUE. — MC A Letter to the Wind This past year has been a tough one out on the ranch. We had almost no measurable precipitation to speak of all last spring and summer. And unfortunately this winter has been much of the same. No moisture means no grass; no grass means no cows. We…read more

Calving front lines

Posted by in Blog, calves, Cowboys, Crazy Mountains, love, Montana, ranch wives, sleep

Calving season is upon us here on the little island under the Crazies. Although technically we are due to start calving until next week, we welcomed our first baby calf weeks ago and have been getting a handful of calves almost everyday for a week now, translation: let the craziness begin. In previous years, I would sympathetically night check for Cowboy occasionally on a weekend, only to go back to my regular sleeping schedule all week. It was “fun” and “something different” for me. Unlike my desk jockeying, night calving…read more

Ranch Wives and the Super Bowl

Posted by in Blog, Cowboys, love, Montana, ranch wives, tractor

I stumbled across this post draft that I started back in June (yes, I am that far behind). I thought it was good to bring it out today as the Dodge Super Bowl commercial has been on my mind, Facebook, Twitter, blogs and almost every conversation in the last two days. For those that missed it, please feel to check it out on Facebook or YouTube. June 23, 2012 Since the beginning of time, or at very least the beginning of agriculture, there have been men and women ranching. Raising…read more

Lessons

Posted by in Blog, Marriage, ranch wives, tractor

Today was a super productive day, in a destructive kind of way. Lessons learned: 1. Do not leave the mare pasture gate open while feeding. 2. Yelling will not bring those bi#$%&s back. A bucket of grain will. 3. When driving through a tight gate, don’t attempt to tap it open with the bucket of the tractor, this will end badly for you and especially the gate. 4. Calling your Cowboy husband to confess your gate incident while he is in a meeting at the neighbor’s is not a true…read more

Guest Blog: Marmalade Boots – Montana Cowgirl

Posted by in Blog, Cowboys, Guest Blog, love, Marriage, Montana, ranch wives

I woke this morning to heavy dew filled air and the ever-present mountain backdrop gone. Vanished into the foggy sky. I grabbed my coffee and watched from the window as freshly weaned calves milled around just beyond our front yard. Like opportunistic predators, they check every morning to see if somebody forgot to shut the gate. They seem to sense that newly planted apple trees and other delights await them on the other side of the fence. I smiled to myself and shook my head “not today kids”. This is…read more

She will smile

Posted by in Blog, love, ranch wives

This weekend we lost Cowboy’s grandmother Roxy. After too many years of fighting cancer, Roxy left us to remember her, miss her and love her. For me, as the new addition to the family, it has been my chance to get to know her as the person she was and the family she leaves behind. It has been an incredible honor. As a rancher’s wife, Roxy did not just watch ranch life happening from the house, she was in the middle of it, pouring her own share of blood, sweat…read more

Take it when you can get it…

Posted by in Blog, branding, love, ranch wives, tractor

The snow is officially here, and has been here for a few weeks now. Our little island under the Crazies is white and quiet as the hum of shipping, preg checking and other fall activities has long since ceased. The hot, dusty days of summer have given away to a few feet of snow and sub-zero temperatures. The green gold that was still knee-high a month ago is now hidden under a blanket of snow and ice, waiting until next year. Actually, we’re all waiting until next year. The mama…read more

Guest Blog: Marmalade Boots’ Fall

Posted by in Blog, Guest Blog, love, Montana, ranch wives, smiles

Fall by Marmalade Boots This fall was amazing. Growing up a California city girl where open-toed sandals are practical footwear for all seasons and a cardigan provides adequate insulation from the cold, let’s just say moving to Montana two years ago was a bit of a change. I arrived in this frigid, unforgiving country November of 2008; too late for fall. I proceeded through the winter in a cold but optimistic daze, waiting for the day Spring would arrive. Instead I was met by a winter that lasted till June…read more

Cowboys Don’t Cry… But Sometimes They Whine.

Posted by in Blog, Cowboys, horses, love, ranch wives, town, Uncategorized

A couple of days ago, Cowboy had a tough day. Keep in mind, Cowboy is tough, exceedingly patient and possesses an “everything is going to be alright, baby” personality. His “tough” days would have me curled into the fetal mission and drowning myself in chocolate and vodka, preferably at the same time. As my  mother-in-law has told me before, Cowboy has an incredibly high pain tolerance and is genetically capable of working himself to death. So when Cowboy complains about pain, I really listen. Cowboy’s job is relatively dangerous, compared…read more

Around and around… Welcome to Haying Season.

Posted by in Blog, Cowboys, Crazy Mountains, gardening, love, Montana, ranch wives, tractor

Summer is in full swing on our little island under the Crazy Mountains. The green gold is now hip height and higher in some places, our calves are growing and are wild with life, and suntans and cowboy sweat is a daily occurance under the Montana sun. The days of calving season, branding season and planting season are past us until next year… enter haying season. Haying season is a process of planting, waiting, praying, growing, waiting, praying, cutting, praying, raking, baling, praying, waiting, counting, hauling, stacking (and if you…read more

Pick Me Up!

Posted by in Blog, calves, Cowboys, gardening, high heels, ranch wives, town, tractor

  Spring has sprung on our little island under the Crazies, though summer has yet to show its face. The green gold is making its way to the surface almost everywhere, our yard in particular. As I lay there in bed this morning and the sunshine poured through my windows, I had a sudden bolt of inspiration to leap up, through on my running shoes, and enjoy this beautiful day with a walk/jog. Yes, I thought, I will get out there and start out the morning right. I grabbed my…read more

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It’s just food

Posted by in food, love, Montana, ranch wives, sleep, town

It is my job, as a future rancher’s wife, to take care of my cowboy. When the novelty of washing jeans crusted with two weeks of cow shit and God only know what else wears off and I am no longer amused by wrenches living on my coffee table for months at a time, there is a task that does not get old, and honestly is the best way to keep track of the health and happiness of my sweet cowboy, I cook for him. As any good rancher’s wife…read more

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Bottle Feed… And Bottle Feed Again.

Posted by in barn, bottle feeding, calves, Cowboys, love, Montana, ranch wives, smiles

I think they’re cute and fun. My cowboy probably thinks they’re cute too, though he would never admit it. And for him, the fun starts to wear off as calving season goes on. I am speaking of our bottle calves, of course. Every calving season, there is one or two calves that have lost their mamas for some reason – she dies, gets sick, doesn’t want him, has twins, doesn’t have enough milk, the list goes on and on – and so we feed them milk replacer with a bottle…read more

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Good Mama

Posted by in barn, bottle feeding, calves, Cowboys, Crazy Mountains, love, Marriage, Montana, ranch wives, smiles

Mama cows and baby calves… That is what fills my cowboy’s spring days on the ranch. Since our place is at the base of the Crazy Mountains and in a “snow bowl” we don’t start calving until March, considered late compared to our neighbors. Blue skies and warmer temperatures make up the difference, although there are those freak spring storms that can last well into June. I remember the first calf of this year… My cowboy and I were at dinner at our neighbor’s place. Having hurried home from town…read more

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