Welcome to our ranch near Canada's west coast in Beautiful British Columbia's West Chilcotin mountain region. Where calling the vet means hollering back at the house to bring your kit, new friendships are formed from the back of a horse and true fun for a five year old is getting a machete for Christmas. Where 'cutting the dinks off' has a totally different meaning than what first comes to mind, Muck Boots are a household name, a hand shake still means something and the coffee is always on.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

As the season begins to change

Here we go again.  How can it be that our 'quiet' winter has so soon turned to 'ack.....calving season!'
We are beginning to make the preparations to move the cows up to Six Mile, where the best calving facilities are.  Technically we should start about the 1st of March, but the cows are famous for not watching the calendar and we already have two on the ground (alive and well).  I think we are going to start this year off with a 'bang' again as it sure looks like there are plenty ready to go.  

A few photos from the last couple of weeks......

 Having a good roll in the warm sun after being brought in to close pastures to be fed.  
Trailing in.  They are looking great.  Once again, I'm riding trusty Tiffany, following Tally, Squirt, Ducky.......

Momma and baby.  We've seen quite a few moose over the winter actually, and it is nice to see.  Having less snow than usual has helped them out, no doubt.  Not so easy for the wolves to run them down.     

Puss trying to help Jackson with fractions.  Ha.  His next trick is to lay right on top of the workbook because he is so much more interesting than math.   

Rocky is also very helpful.

Cows trailing to the feed grounds.  Do you see the sun dog?  I took this through the tractor window so it looks a bit smudgy.  

Another one, same time.  Little green arrow at the top is odd.  (Again, taken through the tractor window.  And happy I was to have that window between me and the outside temperature! 

Oh, and I have to tell you about my newest acquisition!  Brady is a huntaway/border collie cross.  I have high hopes for her, but time will tell.  I got her from a working cowboy that has crossed the parents before, with great results.  He says it takes the necrotic-ness out of both breeds but I guess that remains to be seen.  She is super cute, friendly as can be and keen to be part of the team.  She also looks like she should be pulling a dog sleigh or protecting sheep but who am I to judge?  She is already as big as mum's awesome female Zip, and is only just over 3 months old.  But what the heck, if she doesn't turn out to be a working dog, she will certainly make a great companion for the kids.  
This photo doesn't show her size at all, but you get a good look at her sweetness.  

   
"A quiet moment"

Love this photo.  
Ben was helping me bring a couple young horses down from the meadow as they needed some extra feed.  

All the best folks.....my next post will come from the calving barn!  
Cheers,
Punky  

No filters.  Just lots of big sky.  




Thursday, 26 January 2017

It's all about the Lifestyle, Right?

We saddled up one dreary morning this past fall, and trailered down to Three Circle to round up a pasture full of young cows to move them out to another range.  As we got there, it started to darken and get colder.  By the time we headed out, the rain/sleet was blowing sideways and we were all quiet and dreading the long cold day ahead.

As we rode out of the yard, Amy splashed up the driveway, snug in her warm truck.

With our horses trying to spin to get their hind ends towards the wind, and our own collars up and hats pulled down, we stopped to say a quick "hi".  Amy rolled down the window and cheerily sang out.  "Oh hey, I see you guys are headed out lifestyling today!"

Shocked silence and then the first real laughter of the day.

We use that phrase a lot now.

Cause that's funny.  

Best laugh as cry.

:)  Punky







Sunday, 8 January 2017

2017

How time flies.  
11 years ago on January 1st, the world become just a bit brighter with the early arrival of one of the sweetest and most kindhearted souls you can imagine.  
As many other years, we celebrated Jackson birthday out on Anahim Lake, surrounded by good friends, good food and amazing scenery.  





One again, Amy outdid herself with the cake.  Trees, a campfire and a fishing hole (all edible)....what more could a guy ask for?  


 We headed for the heated shop as the sun went down and the temperature did too!  

In other news, life is still wandering along at the ranch.  Vince, our handy young French friend, has become an important part of the outfit and we are happy to say he is going to stay with us for a full year.  Hurrah!  Eli is busy still trying to 'move' into the barns and shop, building shelves and organizing tools and all the bits and pieces.  When he isn't under the house in a nightmare of plumbing, working on the blackest generator known to man or trying to figure out the amazing electrical systems around here.  But we are getting there......  

The boys and I took a bit of time off of the homeschooling over the holidays, but not much.  In the beginning, I really saw the improvement in their attitudes, and now I can say I can really tell the difference in their actual work.  It's nice to see.  I still rely heavily on the internet (I suspect that won't change) but also the knowledgeable people around me.  It is coming together.  

Quick cast near Grandpa Eric's house as we wait for the Kelly Kettle to boil for the hot chocolate.



General Meeting at Five Mile.  

Cheers all, and the best for 2017!!  
Punky  



Thursday, 15 December 2016

It's Cold

No surprise, it's cold in Anahim Lake.  More of a surprise (to everyone else) that it also appears to be cold everywhere else in the western provinces.  
Not gonna lie, I don't even care.  At least the ground is SOLID!  I'm not going to think yet about what a disaster next spring will be....right now the ground is hard, and I'm delighted about it!   Woohoo!  Cheers to not splashing down my driveway for the first time .....  ever, since living at Five Mile (we moved in June).  


 Morning Moon, -27 Degrees

Evening Moon rising over Five Mile

Although there is not much snow at all, we've had to bring in and start feeding all the cows.  They would have been fine still out rustling in the frozen swamps (there is heaps of feed!) but the extended cold is just too hard on them and they'll loose weight quickly if not brought in.  Rounding them up in this weather is generally not difficult.....they are more than willing to come home and eat hay.  A handful did give me a good run the other day though.  They were trying to get home....but just not in the direction I wanted them to go.  I was on foot as we were mostly just scouting when we found them and the area is still too nasty to bring a horse in.  Lots of places to break through the frozen crust and into nasty mud holes......or over absolutely glare ice.  And a couple hours ride from home.  Lol.  Riding in the tractor seemed like a better option.  Mum fed while dad and I scouted around, making sure no one was stuck behind a creek.  Anyhow, I was sure the heck wishing I had a horse!  Running through the timber and brush, trying to get around determined animals, while dressed like the Michelin Man, is not my idea of fun!  Luckily, good old Dealer Dog was with me (of course) and did 95% of the work.  I mostly just tried to keep up.  He pulled some awesome moves for me (bringing back cows I didn't even know were gone) and I sure appreciated having him.     
Dealer Dog watching carefully.

     In other news, due to a variety of circumstances, I am now officially a homeschooling mother.  Wow.  Can honestly say it was never something I wanted to do, and generally always shuddered at the very thought.  Those that know me are probably sitting back in shock right now.....and yes, you should be.  Haha.  But I'm very happy to say that it is going very well, the boys are happy and I'm happy too.  (Being 'forced' to be inside teaching at -25 isn't a bad thing.....)  We are slowly adjusting to our new routine and I think it will be a huge benefit for everyone.  Myself included, I was truly getting sick of the driving!  We have all of our books and materials, and a great teacher for support, but my biggest issue is 'how' to teach! From learning to tell time with Ben, to fractions with Jackson....a whole new world is opening up for all of us.  I honestly have no idea how homeschooling parents in the past managed without the internet.  Honestly.  The only way I'm going to get through this successfully is with the full support of Google, Khan Academy and Pinterest, among others.  Having the resources and other peoples experience at my fingertips has been a huge asset, although time consuming to find sometimes.  Any ideas or suggestions you readers might have would be appreciated, or perhaps someone who has, or wants, teaching experience would like to come for an extended visit.....say, during calving season?  Haha.  



Ack, alright, I gotta go.  It's almost midnight and I still haven't prepped for tomorrow's lessons (were you wondering again why I hadn't been blogging, when it's winter and in theory I should have time?)  Now you know.  

Don't let the fires go out!
Cheers,
Punky  



Tuesday, 29 November 2016

The Road Runs West Part 3




The Road Runs West
Part 3
-Mickey Dorsey

     "You know, Thomas, people make me so sick always bellering about roads and such things, when life should be simple and enjoyable."
     "Let's turn back.  This ain't my idea of a good time either."
     "Hell, no.  We'd just have to listen to another lecture about progress like the last one.  We better line up this road some way and get it over with."
     "Ya, I guess so.  See that mountain over there?  We gotta hit the low side.  Line it up with Anahim Peak and we got it made."  
     "Sure.  All this talk about west and compasses makes a hell of a lot of hot air if you ask me.  You make the first blaze.  When you're blazing I'll pass you and we should make out that way."

     Darkness caught them in a swampy opening.  They staked the horses while the packer made camp.  They had covered thirteen miles of unmarked wilderness and had another twenty to go.  The sleeping bags were thrown on top of their chaps and covered with damp mantles.  There wouldn't be much time for sleeping anyway.  Rain still drizzled down.  The camp was silent.  
     At daylight Lester and Thomas looked out from their sleeping bags.  The forms of the four horses were barely visible.  It was time to get going.  They reached for their boots, plunked on their hats and were ready for the day of engineering.  By the time the horses were saddled and fed oats, the packer had food ready and they were off.  
     The rain has stopped but the trees were still dripping and before long the trail blazers were soaked.  They increased their speed to cover the given area, and the packer was left miles behind to follow the newly made blazes.  The drizzle started again and the mountains were completely hidden.  The cowboys sharpened their axes, ate a damp sandwich, rolled a smoke and meditated. 
     "Maybe I  had better climb a jackpine and see how the country looks."
     "Good idea."
     Thomas looked the landscape over for the largest tree, settled for one and slowly removed his chaps.  
     "Wonder where the hunters are.  They should be nearly at Anahim by now and I haven't even gotten my horses ready."  He stopped talking until he reached the top of the tree, then he removed his hat and waved in the direction of the mountain he had hoped to see and he smiled.  Through the mist he had located his landmark.  They were in business again.  
     They skirted bog holes, jumped windfalls, climbed the rocky ridges and blazed the trees from their horses; but when darkness came they had reached their goal, and the open stretch of Saddle Horse Meadow lay before them. 
     The men and horses were tired.  They built their campfire and rested while the packer caught up to his outfit.  The survey had been completed.


Thursday, 17 November 2016

The Road Runs West Part 2



The Road Runs West
Part 2
-Mickey Dorsey

     The road had been blazed up the mountainside in Bella Coola, away from the Hotnarko Canyon to avoid rock work.  There was not enough money for a road of this type.  At the mountain top the trail blazers ran into difficulty.  Swamps, lakes and ridges lay ahead and after a a few uncesessful sttemps, somehow this survey was forgotten.

     On September 12, 1952, Lester went to Anahim Lake to get the mail and the local news.  Road building talk was in full bloom.  The bulldozer from Tatla Lake had started up to push the road through to meet the Bella Coola crew.  Alf was a good bulldozer man but this was new territory to him.  
     Lester tied up his horse to the hitch rail and joined the cowboys in the store.  
"Looks like the road might go through after all."  
"I hear Alf Bracewell was on the way up to push it through."  "
There's a call from Bella Coola.  We're to show him the way."  "
You show him, Lester."  
"No time.  Still haying and I have to go hunting.  Tell him to go west."
"My God man, west is a big territory."  
"Well, who ever heard of people building roads in the hunting season."
"He might just bog that cat down."
"Well, it's probably insured."
     The store keeper was becoming agitated.  "Looks like we won't get a road without more co-operation."
     Silence.  The store-keeper paced the floor.  
"You go Thomas."
"Can't.  My hunters will be here tomorrow night."
"But the guy doesn't know the country.  Give him a break.  Go west, that's a helluvaway to treat him.  You can even bog a saddle horse just going west."
     Thomas studied the toe of his right riding boot before he looked up.  
"Tell him to keep away from the Big Swamp and Rosa Lake."
"And how will he know those places.....by reading signs?"
     Lester got him from his perch on the nail keg.
"Guess we hafta go Thomas.  I have only two days before the hunters come so we better start at daylight.  Camp out one night and get back by dark the next day."
     Thomas stood up as a sign of acceptance of the inevitable.  
"Somebody better come and lead a pack horse.  We will need oats for the horses."
     So the survey matter was simply settled.  That night Lester and Thomas slept by the heater in the store.  The horses were given a good feed and tied to the nearby hitching rail for an early getaway.  
     In the drizzly morning they shouldered their axes and climbed on their horses.  
     The store-keeper walked towards them looking intently at something enclosed in his first.  
"Maybe you boys should have a compass."
"What for?  We aren't going to have any time to fool around with things like that."
"I already told you we have to get back tomorrow night.  We just intent to go to Saddle Horse Meadow and blaze the trail the only way it can go.  That compass has no place in this tour."
"Tell Alf the blazes won't be too close, but if he really looks good he'll find them."
     They rode silently down the short roadway each thinking of the hunt that would take place in the next few days.  Trail blazing the third outlet to the coast was a boring adventure compared to a caribou hunt in the mountains when Indian Summer was at its best.  

To be continued.....

Photo Credit to Chris Harris




Friday, 11 November 2016

Update and Beginning of a Dorsey Story



 Always the wildest skies here at Five Mile.  Just zoomed up a bit as I was standing in front of the house, but no filters put on here.  



Grandma's new puppy found a safe place to nap while we vaccinated the heifers.

It's November.  This is my drive way (a good section, trust me, it gets worse!) and my mud splattered windshield.  My truck is not nearly so shiny now.  In fact, one would have quite a time even guessing the color.  

Well I'm happy to report that ranching has slowed to a dull roar.  Kinda nice, not gonna lie.  We are still busy of course, such is life, but at least there is half a chance of choosing the project for the day.  We've got a full fencing crew at the moment, actually two crews, one currently on wire fence and one building mostly Russell Fence.  It means baking bread pretty much every day, but it also means a pile of quality fence is getting built!  Hurray!  We are working on the home renovations as well, and just trying to get ready for winter.  This incredibly wet weather is making everything a chore.  So amazing to have it so wet, with no frost in the ground, and no snow, at this time of year.  In fact, it is raining as I type.



I've come across Grandma Dorsey's book again in the unpacking process, so I'll start sharing the odd story again.  This one I'll start tonight is another of my favorites.....blazing the road to the top of East Branch, to meet the crew working their way up the mountainside.

Part One Tonight....more soon.
Cheers all,
Punky   

The Road Runs West
-Mickey Dorsey

The following year Lester wanted to start ranching again, so we gave up the school and went to live in another dirt roofed cabin on the new ranch.  I love the Three Circle area.  the boys went back on correspondence courses.  We worked hard feeding, building, and studying and when May came and the horse feed was green again, the boys and I started a trip to Batnuni.  Frank was four years old but he was able to ride along with the rest.  That glorious trip took a month.  

By 1952 the Three Circle Ranch was running smoothly.  We had built a log house and most of the corrals and pastures had gates.  Thirteen miles of fence stretched over and around the area.  Some of the land had been improved and ditched.  Range was plentiful.  We were beginning to realize the dream of the ranch we had planned nearly twenty years before.  

The road from Williams Lake had been improved and most of the ranchers now owned trucks.  With the road improvements, cattle trucks came into the area.  The 200 mile beef drives were becoming fewer.  These drives took 27 days to get the cattle to market, and it ook a crew to drive them.  At first the trucks took 24 hours to get to Williams Lake but as the road improved, the time was cut down.  

At this time 45 miles of road had been built in the valley.  Anahim Lake had miles of road built from Williams Lake.  These two roads needed another 45 miles of road to join them.  

Bella Coola was clamoring for an outlet from the valley.  With a pitifully small government grant and $4000. of donated money and labour from the valley, the road building started.  It wasn't an easy job.  The road had to drop 4000 feet in a few miles, but this was British Columbia's third outlet to the coast and it had the loyal support of the local people. 

To Be Continued....