Mike visit

Mike's abode.  The log home he always wanted.  The ultimate bachelor's pad!

  This is the spot upon which Mike wants his ashes buried.  Up here you have to bury em.  Other wise the wind will blow them all the way to the Pryors!! He said there was room for some of mine if I wanted a good view of "home".  Several Indians were buried on this site accompanied with their horses ~ sure a waste of good horses.

  Best little gate opener in Sweet Grass County.  We had three gates to open on the way to the Brannen Ranch.  At one point I said, "it looks like we have another gate to open, Mike".  To which he replied, "where do you get this we stuff?  I've been the one opening all the gates!"  He finally caught on!

  Mike in his younger days aboard "Charlie Pride".  He said, "Skipper, I was pretty nervous!"  His buddy McCarn rode the next bull out and broke his wrist in several places.  Mike says he still has trouble with it to this day.  He said he also had to teach McCarn how to street fight.  He said, "Carn, you can't just stand there and duck and jive like a boxer.  You just have to 'wade in' and get it on".  Pretty much sums up Mike's "take on life"!

 

Mike is now the "Head Wrangler" on a wild turkey ranch.  His gobble-gobble is known for miles around ~ the turkeys just come a running when they hear that familiar sound!  A few human females have been known to come in as well!

We laughed for five days straight.  We've been good friends over the years.  I don't think either one of us can remember a day in our lives when we didn't know each other.  Life long friends.  The best ~ once my cousin Roy and I broke him of throwing rocks.

Skip, et. al.