I think I'm starting to figure this cowboy stuff out. Monday was technically a day off but that doesn't mean that we didn't get up at 7 to do chores. Afterwards, Stephen and I went down the trap to check on all the calves that've been branded recently. The night ended with my Jim, my uncle, and me sitting on the porch and singing Johnny Cash songs. I don't know why Grant isn't here yet.
Yesterday I got introduced to a lot of the grunt work I'd be doing. It's alright.. pretty boring work, but everyone has to do it every once and a while and since I'm the new help it's my turn. Today it consisted of me sitting in a field rolling a ton of wire and singing to myself and then shoveling out a barn and inhaling a bunch of things I shouldn't be inhaling. I think I would've made Mike Rowe look like a chump.
Today we had to load a bunch of bulls and drive them down to all different spots on the trap. I didn't get to help with the part done in the pins since I haven't proven myself on horseback yet but I spent the entire rest of the day driving cattle across seemingly endless countryside. It was awesome. Also, my butt hurts.
I've finished my first few 12 hour days relatively unscathed. I mean blisters and and sores and sunburns aside or whatever.
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