Cattle ranching requires miles of fencing and their maintenance. Here, the fencers arrive to repair the fence, unaware of the foreman's plans to brand cattle at these pens.
A fencer's truck carries a huge number of things (including beer).
In the distance, I spot a cowboy in the middle of Mesquite plants herding cattle toward the pens. Cowboys don't like Mesquite. It has thorns, grows in thick bushes, and hides cows. This land was once covered in grasslands, before the Mesquite plants migrated north. Behind him we can see oil pumps.
Each calf is lassoed, wrestled to the ground, branded, and medicated within seconds.
Taking a break.
Cowboy pictures, including boots and the obligatory cute heinie.
Cowboys + Camera = Group Photo.
These guys rounded, lassoed, branded, and medicated approximately sixty head of cattle in three hours. In comparison, at one time, the Wagoner Ranch would do the same with 1200 head of cattle per day (I hear, so please confirm and let me know).
After work, off the cowboys go to the cafe in Archer County, with hunger and trailers and horses.
I am a cowboy in my dreams, tells Hodge, because I can't rise as early as they do. Bring me a cup of cowboy coffee, would you?
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