"CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

[River Rat]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

The Old Chisholm Trail

The origin of this song is unknown. There are several
thousand verses to it -- the more whiskey the more
verses. Every puncher knows a few more verses. Sung
from the Canadian line to Mexico.

Come along, boys, and listen to my tale
I'll tell you of my trouble on the old Chisholm trail.

Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya,
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.

I started up the trail October twenty-third,
I started up the trail with the 2-U herd.

Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle, --
And I'm goin' to punchin' Texas cattle

I woke up one mornin' afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright

Old Ben Bolt was a blamed good boss,
But he went to see the girls on a sore-backed hoss.

Old Ben Bolt was a fine old man
And you'd know there was whiskey wherever he would land.

My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud,
My hoss throwed me off round the 2-U herd.

Last time I saw him he was going 'cross the level,
A-kickin' up his heels and a-runnin' like the devil.

It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my damned old slicker's in the wagon again.

Crippled my hoss, I don't know how,
Ropin' at the horns of a 2-U cow.

We hit Caldwell and we hit her on the fly,
We bedded down the cattle on the hill close by.

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain
And I swear, by God, I'll never night-herd again

Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle.

Last night I was on guard and the leader broke the ranks,
I hit my horse down the shoulders and I spurred him in the flanks.

The wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

I jumped in the saddle and grabbed holt of the horn,
Best blamed cow-puncher ever was born.

I popped my foot in the stirrup and gave a little yell,
The tail cattle broke and the leaders went as well.

I don't give a damn if they never do stop;
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock.

Foot in the stirrup and hand on the horn,
Best damnded cowboy ever was born.

I herded and hollered and I done very well,
Till the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to hell."

Stray in the herd, and the boss said kill it,
So I shot him in the rump with the handle of the skillet.

We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars,
And that was the last of the old Two Bars.

Oh it's bacon and beans 'most every day, --
I'd as soon be eatin' prairie hay.

I'm on my horse and I'm goin' at a run,
I'm the quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun.

I went to the wagon to get my roll,
To come back to Texas, dad-burn my soul.

I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole.

I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can,
I won't punch cattle for no damned man.

Goin' back to town to draw my money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.

With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.

Com a ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya,
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.

traditional, from Songs of the Cowboys, 1921

 

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[River Rat]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

The Cowboy's Life
​

The bawl of a steer
To a cowboy's ear
Is music of sweetest strain;
And the yelping notes
Of the gray coyotes
To him are a glad refrain.

And his jolly songs
Speed him along
As he thinks of the little gal
With golden hair
Who is waiting there
At the bars of the home corral.

For a kingly crown
In the noisy town
His saddle he would n't change;
No life so free
As the life we see
'Way out on the Yaso range.

His eyes are bright
And his heart as light
As the smoke of his cigarette;
There's never a care
For his soul to bear,
No trouble to make him fret.

The rapid beat
Of his bronco's feet
On the sod as he speeds along,
Keeps living time
To the ringing rhyme
Of his rollicking cowboy's song.

Hike it, cowboys,
For the range away
On the back of a bronc of steel,
With a careless flirt
Of the raw-hide quirt
And the dig of a roweled heel.

The winds may blow
And the thunder growl
Or the breeze may safely moan;
A cowboy's life
Is a royal life,
His saddle his kingly throne.

Saddle up, boys,
For the work is play
When love's in the cowboy's eyes,
When his heart is light
As the clouds of white
That swim in the summer skies.

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[Bridge End Farm]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Why you askin Daddy? He would not know for sure without askin someone else! rofl

lol you can tell that by looking at the picture. Have to admit WSD was focused all right

 

[Mental Granny]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Now ya'll knowthe rest of the story of the famous or er um infamous garter!

 

[Cynangyl]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

I knew there had to be a good story behind that one!

 

[sniffer]

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you wouldn't believe it LOL

Sniffer

 

[Gypsy Heart]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Now ya'll knowthe rest of the story of the famous or er um infamous garter!

Let me get this straight?......We are suppose to dress up as saloon girls ? ......

 

[Cynangyl]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Now ya'll knowthe rest of the story of the famous or er um infamous garter!

Let me get this straight?......We are suppose to dress up as saloon girls ? ......

That was part of the celebration in town during the last CTH.....last I heard Jeff was dressing as a cheerleader and I was going to be running from livestock in a grass skirt.

 

[Gypsy Heart]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Ok Cyn....I think we need to have a costume contest added to this hunt....best garter wins

 

[Cynangyl]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Well we know that will make Daddy happy for sure! lol Sounds like a fun idea!

 

[Mental Granny]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

He would likethat espically if he is the judge!

 

[Cynangyl]

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lol there ya go!!

 

[Gypsy Heart]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Well ....I designed my garter with Warsawdaddy in mind

 

[Cynangyl]

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roflmao

 

[River Rat]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Gypsy,

That's just too cute....

 

[Mental Granny]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

I agree ROFLMAO!

 

[Bridge End Farm]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

That poor lucky man least he know what kinda snaps he will be dealing with

 

[Burdie]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

In my younger days I think I met a gal that must of had one of those Gypsy.
Burdie

 

[stoney56]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

Too 8).

 

[Burdie]

Re: "CHISHOLM TRAIL HUNT 2008" Brand the calendar October10-12th for CTH2

The research for this was done by my good friend Stoney.

Here's an interesting old story of a shootout near Caldwell.

Cowley County Courant, December 29, 1881.

As many of our readers are interested in the cowboy trouble and would like particulars, we clip the following from the Caldwell Post, which is as authentic as any statement of the affair will be.

To begin at the beginning of this affair, one would have to get into the secrets of men’s hearts, so we will only begin at the apparent beginning.
One Jim Talbot, who has been around the city about a month gambling, drinking, bullying, and attempting to bulldoze everyone, was the leader of the party. With Talbot, on the drinking spree during the night, were Jim Martin, Bob Bigtree, Tom Love, Bob Munsen, Dick Eddleman, and George Speers.
Speers did none of the shooting, but was in the act of saddling one of Talbot’s horses when he was shot. Talbot, Martin, Bigtree, Munsen, and Doug Hill were standing, holding their horses near Speers, waiting for him to saddle up.

After the fighting in the city, and Mike Meagher and George Speers were killed, the five outlaws—Jim Talbot, Bob Bigtree, Bob Munsen, Jim Martin, and Doug Hill—rode off to the east of town, across the railroad track. Some one of the citizens fired at and killed a horse from under one of them. He got up behind one of the other men. A party of citizens organized, mounted horses, and started in pursuit.
The outlaws met a man bringing hay to town, with a lead horse in the rear of the wagon. They cut the horse loose and rode it off. At W. F. Campbell’s they got two more horses, those they were riding having been wounded. The party of citizens got sight of them just before they crossed Bluff Creek into the Indian Territory. There were five of the outlaws then, but after they appeared on the prairie beyond, there were only four. They followed at a break-neck pace, both parties keeping up a constant fire for about twelve miles.

The outlaws headed for Deutcher Bros.’ horse ranch on Deer Creek, intending to get fresh horses there, but were so closely pressed by the pursuing party that they could not make change and get away. When they reached the ranch, the citizens were only a few hundred feet away.
The outlaws passed on to the bluff and creek about six hundred feet south of the ranch, dismounted and took to the brush and rocks, firing all the time at the citizens. The citizens finally drove them over the bluff and into a canyon, where there had been a stone dugout. Into this three of the outlaws went, threw up breast-works of stone, got behind them, and would bang away at anyone who showed an inch of his person to their view.
The citizens surrounded the gulch and kept up a constant firing at the fort, but without effect. One of the outlaws took refuge up in a small gulch leading to the west, and was not seen until he fired at W. E. Campbell, who was sliding down the hill on his face to get a commanding point above the fort. The outlaw’s ball took effect in Campbell’s wrist, passing between the two bones. Another ball passed through his clothes six or seven times, and made a small flesh wound on his thigh. This disconcerted the citizens to a certain extent, and it being dark, they could do but little good in fighting. Being up above the outlaws, they were splendid marks for their fire, while the outlaws were in the shadows, so that their position could not be distinguished. Had the fourth man been anywhere else in the gulch the citizens could have taken them in; but his position covered every point that the others were exposed from. In fact, they held the key to the situation. Thirty minutes more daylight would have told the tale for the outlaws; or had Campbell escaped the fire of the villain that shot him, he could have killed the other three in as many minutes as his position commanded the fort in every corner. The two parties were not seventy-five feet apart at any time during the battle, while Campbell’s men were not over twenty-five feet from him when he was shot. Jonny Hall got a bullet through the top of his hat, missing his head about an inch.
Reinforcements arrived at the ranch from town about ten o’clock. Pickets were formed around the gulch, but the outlaws had flown before that time. There were only about fifteen men at the place during the evening fight, and most of them returned to town as soon as Campbell was shot, leaving only six men to guard the gulch and over thirty head of horses. The horses required the attention of at least four men, for they were what the outlaws needed.

The morning round-up revealed the fact that the outlaws had escaped. The entire party, except Sheriff Thralls, Frank Evans, Bob Harrington, Jim Dobson, Sam Swayer, Mr. Freeman, A. Rhodes, another man, and the writer hereof, came to town. About thirty-five came in, leaving the small party to look up the outlaws, inform the camps below to look out for stolen stock, etc. Our party visited two or three camps on Deer Creek and started for home. We met several parties coming out from town, most of them for fun, others for business. They all returned before night.

A party of fifteen was organized by the mayor and started out Sunday evening to guard certain cow camps to see that no horses were stolen from them. The outlaws traveled six or seven miles, possibly ten, Saturday night.

Two freighters were camped on Bullwhacker Creek, about eighteen miles south of this city, Sunday night, when Talbot’s party, five in number this time, rounded them up and took five horses from them. Two of the party were bare-headed, and one had a slight wound in his foot. The outlaws started south.
The freighters came in about two o’clock, when Sheriff Thralls, with a posse, started his pursuit. Another party of freighters passed the outlaws near Pond Creek during the night. The outlaws were going south.