"I Think God Must Be A Cowboy At Heart"

Hello spring time! This past Saturday I joined my roommates and their family for a little horse back riding adventure to Antelope Island.

Antelope Island is a Utah State Park. It is the biggest island in the Great Salt Lake. It is home to a herd of 500 bison, bighorn sheep, antelope, mule deer, coyote, and a bunch of Chukar that have never heard the ring of a shotgun.

There were thirteen of us in all. I took my friend Jessica, who turned out to be pretty good with horses. We had a blast.

I titled this post after a song the late Dan Seals, a country artist, sang. This is the music I grew up listening to when I would go on fishing trips with my Dad. It is titled "God Must Be A Cowboy At Heart".


How about these buffalo?

City Slickers 3!

I grew up on the back of a horse, but I've always considered myself more of a mountain man than a cowboy. I can pack a string of mules, I can gut and quarter an elk and pack it out, I have even trained my fare share of colts.

Some of my first memories are of my Dad and I horse packing into wilderness areas and fishing for brook trout. When I was seventeen I actually worked for an outfitter near Jackson Hole, Wyoming taking people on these wilderness adventures. But when it comes to cows my experience is pretty limited.

At age fifteen I bought two steers at the Weber County Livestock Auction without letting my parents know (that is a story for another day), because I thought to be a true cowboy I needed to have cows. Aside from that, my cow experience is still pretty limited. I can't rope, I can't steer wrestle, and other than eating steak occasionally I don't know much about cows.
That is going to change tomorrow. My buddy Landon and I are heading for the high Utah desert near Price, Utah to help a family friend round up his herd of cattle. We are pretty ecstatic! I'll take some pictures and report on how it goes! "Getty up!"