Cattle Drive Narrative

Becoming more independent at everything one does is a rite of passage. Every teen experiences this at some point in their lives. For me, this rite of passage was earning my driver's license. By completing the process of getting my driver's license, I would be able to take myself to all of my activities. This relieved my parents of a few less duties from their very busy lives. To help me become more independent, my parents gave me access to a family car, so I can have the chance to go out and drive on my own. Also, it prepared me further for college life, which I depended very little on my parents. I have learned many useful skills and tips that will hopefully follow me into my adult life and will keep me safe, even after I went through this incredible journey through my teenage years.

Dad was making his patented breakfast and in a pretty good mood. He had used a large butcher knife to slice mounds of potatoes into little squares, then fried them in boiling lard in a cast iron skillet. Two additional cast iron fry pans were filled with scrambled eggs and a fourth pan filled the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of bacon frying. There were several baking sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and lots of cinnamon. He rolled up the whole thing and cut slices an inch thick, then placed them on a cookie sheet to bake. Those cinnamon rolls were his invention and a real pleasure to

down.” After the lions kill the deer, a “discouraging visual” also witnessed by one of his nowdeceased

The winds were growing stronger. The sun was shining brighter. It had not rained for many days and the soil was dry. Then the winds whipped up the dust and soil. The wind blew everywhere and so did the dust. The air was filled with dust and dirt. Many mammals died from swallowing and breathing too much dust and dirt. It was during the Great Depression so animals were valued. Animals gave them money from their milk and meat. The Dust Bowl lasted a terrible ten years that changed many people's lives.

Another example of when a check digit is used is in barcode numbers. The majority of products that you can buy have a 13-digit number on them, which is scanned to get all the product details, such as the price. This 13-digit number is referred to as the ‘GTIN-13’ where ‘GTIN’ stands for Global Trade Item Number.

The sound of the alarm clock going off and the sound of the horses neighing is what most of us hear every morning. Rodeo mornings are always crazy, so much to do in so little time. Some people say the rodeo life is easy, but most don't realize all the hard work that really goes into it.

As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.” While we were getting closer to the river the birds got so loud and if there was mute button to mute the birds I would have the moment I saw that button because they sounded like there was a train coming through the river. So have you ever heard of a river well a

Most young adults in the United States cannot wait to turn 21, so they can drink alcohol, but not this girl. I was from a smaller community and rarely ventured farther than the rusted barb wire fences of my families ranch. However, shortly after my 21st birthday life began to change. Applications got submitted, then came interviews, tests and more interviews. “You’re hired” said a voice on the other end of the phone. That had not told me much only where to show up, when, and how to dress. Basic Academy, just by the name I knew it would be a lot of work. One month later after passing more tests, learning the rules, more on dress, and expectations, they said I am ready to work in the largest prison in the state.

Jackson kicked his mount to a trot and rode out, leading the black horse. He joined the high street and followed it to the outskirts of town, where it became the road to the plains leading to the great castle of Baymore and his father.

It had been a long day at the softball field and everyone on my team was exhausted. We had won every game that we had played that day. We had made it to the championship and we're ready to win. I was the pitcher so I had an important duty, to pitch as best as I could. I gave it my all and pitched like there was no tomorrow. As we were nearing the end of the game the score was close, but we were ahead by one point. It had just become and even more intense that it already was. Every single person was on the edge of their seat waiting to see who would win it all. My team was up to bat and I was on third base. My teammate that was up to bat missed the first ball but had plenty more chances to hit the ball. I was so ready to win it all. As

Ugh. This book. I remember reading a section of it in one of my previous philosophy courses and I was dreading/eager to finally read it in it’s entirety. Dreading because the small portion I read completely irked me. Eager because there was a possibility that the rest of the book could be great and make up for what I had read. After finishing the book, I still do strongly dislike some parts. My hate is not a strong as it initially was, but just looking at the cover annoys me. Although Nagle claims to want to work in sanitation in order to write “a book that would reveal how much sanitation workers and the Department that stands behind them merit praise and respect”, she presents facts to the contrary (36). She gives example after example of

Why do people shoot small bucks year after year? Is it meaningful or do they do it to show it off? Sometimes I ask myself the same questions. I was brought up to shoot a small one then keep going bigger every year, or to let them go to grow another year. I always wonder if people think about how many big bucks there would be if more small/little bucks were passed up each year. The potential for monster bucks is there, but not only one person in the community can be letting young bucks go knowing that they will probably step over the property line and get shot.

Arriving to the cabin hours later, it was nearing mid afternoon. We had planned to go bait and scout the woods before dark. After unloading our belongings into the cabin and getting some lunch, it was time to head for the woods. The never ending green seemed to surround the truck as we made our drive down the old gravel road. As soon as we had arrived to the trail my mom and I loaded the fourwheeler. When carrying the bags of hunting bait onto wheeler, we realized how much work we really had ahead of us. With the four wheeler fully loaded we made our way further up the trail. The next trail to the stand was only accessible by

I rolled over and hit snooze for the third time and dozed back into a soft peaceful sleep. I heard Thomas Rhett softly singing Leave Right Now but only realized it’s my alarm going off again and was now 5:46 a.m. Boone was going to be here in less then ten minutes. I launched off my half deflated air mattress and quickly got dressed into my warm oversized hunting gear. I grabbed some rice crispy bars and threw them in my pocket for a late breakfast. I packed a mug of freshly brewed Maxwell coffee and sat by the door. Boone finally arrived ten minutes late like always and we left for our morning adventure.

The trail boss would select a cow that was above the other cattle, to lead the herd. The cattle would be left, in the morning, to graze upon pastures and then migrated along Chisolm Trail. The Cowboys led them in preparation for the Cattle Drive.