Clark's Stories

Slick Ears

Slick Ears
            A runnin’ iron in the old days of the open range was used a lot more than today and for bad as well as good, but it is still used today...

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 4

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 4
            Another of the real rewards of cowboying is working outdoors in the grandeur of nature. Of course it’s not always good weather and the ...

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 3

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 3
             “The rope is the cowboy’s tool,” well spoken words from one of my favorite cowboy artists, George of Prescott, Arizona. The knowhow an...

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 2

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 2
Finding and bringing back stray cattle is rewarding. Cattle can get a long way from where they ought to be sometimes.  Binoculars are a handy tool ...

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 1

The Rewards of Cowboying - Part 1
            I never considered myself to be a true cowboy, as a matter of fact I know I am not or ever was one.  It takes a long time of full time ...

The Buffalo Steak - Part 2

The Buffalo Steak - Part 2
           We were up before light, and got already, ate some peanut butter and honey sandwiches Irene made for us, then left the tent and started ...

The Buffalo Steak - Part 1

The Buffalo Steak - Part 1
            One fall, a good friend of mine, Richard Dewey, called me from his home in Provo, Utah.  He was the author of “PORTER ROCKWELL a Biogra...

Broken Ribs

Broken Ribs
            I was told, when I really got into horses, that it would only be a matter of time ‘till I got some bones broke. It just comes with the ...

The Lawman

The Lawman
           I learned respect for law and the men that wear the badge from my father. Without law and the enforcement of it, society would soon crum...

The Log Cabin

          Shortly after World War II, my father came home from the Navy (he was in the submarine service) and he and Mom, my brother Tom and I all ...

Punch Your Tag - Part 2

Punch Your Tag - Part 2
         We continued to ride along. Soon a definite feeling came.  “Punch your tag.”  Steve seemed to be totally oblivious to the whole scene I wa...

Punch Your Tag - Part 1

Punch Your Tag - Part 1
             In the fall of ’79 or ’80, I think it was, I was living in Swan Valley, Idaho. I had been there all summer cutting timber in the fores...