Tribute to Joe Richardson

From ‘ Switchin’ Flies’ by Barney Nelson

Jeff Davis County Mountain Dispatch

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Hung up and drug

by Carl Lane Johnson 
My guess is that of all the aspects of the cowboy-ranching business the one most feared by all horse backers is the thought of being hung up, foot in a stirrup, rope tied hard and fast with a half hitch around a leg, spur hung in a cinch or D-ring or some stupid cowboy that has a heavy duty front legging strap that gets hung over the saddle horn. All of the above and some variations thereof cross the minds, fleetingly, if all people who ride.
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Growing up on the Fowlkes Brothers Ranch in Presidio County, Texas.

  by KK Fowlkes Moller
Henry Augustine Fowlkes. my great grandfather, attended school at the University of West Virginia. He came to Texas as a young man to practice law in 1881. He was a lawyer for the Texas Cattle Raisers Association. He purchased the right of way for the T and P Railroad from Fort Worth to El Paso and rode into Colorado City, Texas on the first train to come over the new road.. 
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Stealin’ From The Neighbors

by Ed Ashurst 
Mike Capron
Ed’s new book is out and ready for orders.  Give me a couple weeks to get the orders completed and shipped. Might make some nice Christmas gifts. 
 This is Ed’s first fiction story and I recommend it to everyone who likes a good tale.  It reads like a true story and I told Ed that this is a little close to the real deal.  The story takes place in Northern Arizona some 40 odd years ago.  Lots of memories of the days of Route 66 and Seligman AZ area. Good memories of young cowboys working on good cow outfits, with some spicy human interest descriptions.
I am accepting orders via email, text messages, phone calls, or snail mail.   Each book is signed by author and myself. I will do an original remark on each book and be glad to do a special gift salutation to someone special that you so designate.
The new book is paper back and I will ship with no S&H expense or Tax for $50 each. 
Happy Reading 
Mike Capron
PO Box 176 
Sheffield, TX. 

South Texas Cowboys in Paris

by Robert Shuford
Pete Wilson lives over by Asherton, grew up there as a matter of fact. Pete is about two or three years older than me. They lived down the road a few miles from us and when my family moved there in 1968, we became neighbors in the manner that you do in the country. Even though we were closer to Asherton, due to school board rules, both of us had to go to Carrizo Springs schools so we rode the same bus. Later on, Daddy moved us to Carrizo, and Pete got his driver’s licenses, so the school bus rides were over, but we stayed friends. Pete and his dad, Charles Wilson, ranched all over and during the 70’s when it got so dry, they sent a bunch of their Brahman Cows to Paris, Texas — way up north.
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Funny Face

by Mike Capron
My good friend “Heel Fly” tells me about his uncle Alvin Gentry who loved to dabble in Race Horses.
He said that Alvin Gentry dabbled in the race horses, like a coyote hooked on sheep killing. He was a really close friend of Vince Lee, well know race horse guy ranched between Dell City, TX and Alamogordo, NM. Vince was a pioneer in the quarter horse racing business and if you have ever heard of Vandy or Mr. Tinky Bar, then you knew who Vince was. He promised Alvin that when he died he could have his pick of his mares. When Vince died Alvin decided to take Vince up at his offer went up to buy a half dozen mares, and ended up sending for two trucks and that was the start.. By the late 60’s early 70’s his little remuda had reached around 150 mares. He was kind of like a hoarder except with horses, the difference was he knew it. He traded horses with lots of folks and it wasn’t unusual for Alvin to trade several mares for one good gelding.
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Holly Ziler

By Lynn Chelewski                                                                                                   
Written on Memorial Day, May 29, 2017
The wind was born in West Texas-specifically in the Guadalupe Mountains which look down upon the Patterson Hills, The Delaware and Sierra Diablo Mountains, and the Salt Flats near Dell City, Texas. It is not uncommon to have day after relentless day in the Springtime of the year for the winds to torment the human spirit with sustained winds of 40-50 miles an hour.  It is expected and normal for gusts to exceed over 100 miles per hour.  The winds are so intense that often times birds of the air are blown off course, sometimes injured, and found hobbling along Highway 62-180 in need of recuperation and repair. In my years there, I sometimes came across Cattle Egrets and Pelicans that been knocked off their course.
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Salute to JP Lewis

by Mike Capron
I first met JP at a Dance in the Cienaga School House , forty eight years ago. It was my first date with Anne. We danced a long time to the music of the Lewis Family. The school house was crowded with people and the lights were never turned off or even dimmed. I watched JP play the piano a long time. I didn’t know many people there, but every other time I met someone, it was a Lewis. I don’t know if JP would recall this first meeting, but I sure never forgot it. JP was as big as the Piano he was playing and his fingers were larger than the keys, but he never missed a beat. Lots of Lewis men and all played some kind of instrument, switching randomly. We danced, visited and soaked up the Crow Flat Christmas air.   One of the best dances Anne and I ever went to and from then until now, no telling how many JP dances we have gone to.  All were my favorites. Whooooooo..Pie !!!   Was his call for time to dance. 
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The Little Bay Bronc

by  Steve Boscamp 
I have a story to relate to that bronc horse story. I grew up across the road from Tony Kunitz in Sinton He was my neighbor. I read a story that you had wrote about him and his ranch out in west Texas.
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A Good Horse I Called Blue

by Robert Shuford  
I’d like to tell you about a good horse I called Blue. Yeah, I know these horse’s names aren’t very original but when you’ve been dumped on your head as much as I have, you have to keep it simple. 
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