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Ranching is in my blood. It’s all I know. I’ve been a rancher my whole life, and the only thing that matters more then how much cattle you have is how you brand them. It’s a busy time of year, because you can’t possibly brand your cattle on your own. Instead, all the neighbors get together and help out.
The night before we brand, I can’t sleep. Energy is running through my veins and I toss and turn waiting for the anticipation of the day. The rest of the house, those who are sleeping, will be woke up the next morning with pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy and strong black coffee. Breakfast has to be hearty to keep you going all day long. The smell permeates your nostrils telling you it’s time to get going.
Neighbors, friends and family come poring in and nobody shows up late. If you do, you won’t get any grub. The weather is usually nice, so we generally sit outside to enjoy our breakfast. The ground is littered with patches of snow at times. Hot coffee always steams up my dad’s glasses as he takes a drink.
After breakfast the neighbor women and my mom work to clean up. It’s a tradition that no one argues today. Lucky to, because lunch is always the most amazing chili, homemade with peppers, beef, red beans and onions. There are some special family ingredients but we aren’t allowed to share that.
Now comes the exciting part. The actually branding. My family’s brand is the infinity signature, with a capital V for our last name. Each ranch has their own. The cows are moved into the branding area. Everyone gets into place. My dad is going to brand, my nine year cousin is going to hold their tail so that they don’t move, our closest neighbor Sammy will inoculate them and then Frank, another neighbor up the road, will put the tags on. Putting a tag on a cow has been compared by others as piercing a human’s ear.
This is a day of blood, sweat, some tears and mud. Everyone is dirty by the end of the day. At one point in time a cow will rear up and try to run out of the shoot. Everyone yells chaotic instructions to try and keep him in, because no one wants to have to chase him down. However, extra family and neighbors are on horses close by, ready to lasso them in case. When the day is finished we eat dinner. An all American dinner of hamburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, deviled eggs and home made apple pie. A fire is started and everyone will stay up late swapping laughs, memories and the good old days. This is a time to remember and for a young rancher, like me, well, it’s in my veins.