The High Lonesome
Chip and Cooter
Howdy, my name is Chip.
I am a rancher in the southeastern corner of Wyoming.
I live in a state that is still pretty young comparatively speaking,
and I have seen or experienced a good deal of itís history. My background
and hobbies have enabled me to learn and experience many of the
things that make Wyoming unique. My family homesteaded here nearly
a hundred years ago and we have grown with the young state.
My Dad remembers the day the U.S. Cavalry patrol stopped at the
place to water their horses. They were out looking for a bunch of
Souix Indians that had jumped the reservation and were out on a
horse stealing raid.
When I was a young boy I met and talked with a very old Sioux Indian.
He had been at the Battle Of The Little Big Horn, when Custer
and his command were killed.
He had been a young boy and had been told to stay out of the fighting,
but he saw some of the battle from a nearby hill.
I have driven the old "Cheyenne to Deadwood Stagecoach"
with an 8-horse hitch, lived in a Tipi, trapped beaver in cold mountain
streams, hunted with a muzzle loading rifle, talked to my son during
ďDesert StormĒ via satellite, and now I talk to my friends all over
the world on this magic box.
I guess when I look back on it, my life has been pretty eventful.
I rode a horse 4 miles to a one room school between neighboring
ranches. There was one other student and one teacher. It was 40
miles to high school and I graduated in the largest class in the
history of the school. There were 13 of us.
I have met three United States Presidents, two cabinet officers,
I donít know how many senators and congressmen
and I am not a politician.
Iíve gotten drunk with, been in shooting contests with, been hunting
and fishing with movie stars. I was trying to break up a bar fight
one night, and a future Governor of Wyoming stood back to back with
me, I hauled him and his wife around the state after he was elected.
My wife Linda
and I were both in law enforcement for years. I was a
Wyoming Highway Patrolman and my badge number was #25. Linda became
a Deputy Sheriff and with a little coercion on my part with the
Sheriff, she wound up with the same badge number as me....... #25.
We now live back on the ranch 40 miles from Cheyenne, Wyoming. It
is 40 miles to the nearest grocery store, and so quiet that there
are times I can hear the rumble of trains on tracks over 20 miles
I call this place "The High Lonesome."
Linda and I have a hobby called "Buckskinning." It's the
re-creation of the lifestyle and skills of the old mountain men
of the 1820's and 30's.
I've dug ditches and dinosaurs
and worked at the United Nations. Some day I am going to retire
and start riding the grub line again and meet all the wonderful
people I have met on the internet.
Now I spend my spare time visiting with my friends on the internet
and writing stories about mountain men and cowboys and a feller
You know when I get to thinking about it,
it has been quite a ride.
See ya down the trail!!!
Click on the titles below to
read my stories about cowboys and
"A Cowboy's Prayer"
© Iggy's Story
How Itchy Got Her Name
© Iggy and the Bear
In more recent stories about
"Iggy" and his adventures,
he has become a hard-bitten old ranch hand
on a modern ranch.
on the High Lonesome
Just Returnin' the Favor
© That Ol
on the Prairie
©The Bloated Goat
© Las Tres Banditas
"A man never
stands so tall,
as when he stoops to help a child"
© 2002-2003 Chip Harding
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