It is time again to try to find the cows on the mountain and bring them home. This is always a challenge. This time of year the cows from the mountain are usually down at the bottom on the fence or way high.
Luckily we were able to get several people to help. There is a lot of country to cover up there.
We all started out together then broke off into smaller groups to look up different canyons. It was rugged country and the cows hid pretty well.
Dave and I headed up one canyon. It was steep. We saw a lot of cow signs and eventually a few cows.
Of course the cows took off heading the wrong way. We got around them and kicked them down to the watering spot for them to wait for us while we tried to gather more. They didn't wait. Imagine that.
We continued higher and higher up the mountain. We lead the horses through thick mahogany and over rock slides. It wasn't easy traveling.
We got to the top in one place that looked down into Spring Valley.
Dave took this picture from his horse. It looks like his horse is saying, " are you kidding me?" The horses worked really hard and they were pretty tired.
We headed along the ridge and then back down to where we supposedly left the cows we had located.
Funny, it was just as steep going back down.
By the time we got back down to where we left our cows they had left. Luckily some of the other cowboys got there in time to get around them and head them back in the right direction.
We met up with the others and with what few cows we all had, ate lunch and headed them home. Here are two of the cowgirls who helped. Nakia and Ashley.
Yep, that is about all we found. Nine pair and one bull. We are still missing about 35 to 40 head up there somewhere. I guess that means we will be headed up again real soon.
The dogs were helpful and got tired. Poor Cash needed a lift.