{"id":390,"date":"2013-03-31T12:20:12","date_gmt":"2013-03-31T19:20:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danschmidtforsenate.com\/blog\/?p=390"},"modified":"2017-01-04T12:16:21","modified_gmt":"2017-01-04T19:16:21","slug":"ride-for-the-brand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/danschmidtforsenate.com\/blog\/?p=390","title":{"rendered":"Ride for the Brand"},"content":{"rendered":"

I spent one summer moving cows around Cuddy Mountain near Hells Canyon with my grandfather Henry<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Some of the top of Cuddy Mountain is flat, but there’s a lot of steep too.<\/p><\/div>\n

I learned a lot about him, horses, cows and the work we need to do. This reflection comes because of a phrase I have been hearing around the statehouse, \u201cRide for the Brand\u201d.<\/p>\n

At the beginning of our legislative session this year, I was sent down with two fellow State Senators to the Governor\u2019s office to tell him the Senate was ready to hear his State of the State address. The lead Senator greeted the governor with a hearty hello and declared, \u201cGovernor, I want you to know, we are here to ride for the brand!\u201d They shook hands and clapped each other on the shoulder. I stood in the back ground. And then later I heard a Republican House freshman describe his campaign motto had been \u201cRide for the Brand\u201d. I remember receiving an invitation in 2010 to our reelected Governor Otters inaugural party with the \u201cRide for the Brand\u201d motto on the inside of the card. So this motto has caught my eye. Just what does it mean, to me and to my fellow public servants? \u00a0Am I branded, a \u201cD\u201d behind my name on the ballot? Do we work for the brand or for the greater good? I am wondering.<\/p>\n

I met Henry on the Snake River at the base of Brownlee Dam<\/a> the summer of my thirteenth year. He put me on a horse to ride in to the \u201cretirement\u201d ranch they had settled into, Starveout Ranch, high up above the Wildhorse River on the flank of Cuddy Mountain.<\/p>\n

That summer Henry and Helena, just newly retired, had agreed to ride the Cuddy Mountain range for Helena\u2019s cousin Holworth Nixon.\u00a0 His cows were up on the Forest Service range that had been theirs before retirement. We left Starveout, with its green pastures, milk cows and chickens, running water and propane lights, no electricity, no phone to climb to the top of Cuddy Mountain, stay in a cow camp shack with a wood stove, haul water and herd cows. I loved it.<\/p>\n

We rode for the brand of Holworth Nixon, which was a Circle \u201cC\u201d. Henry and Helena\u2019s brand was an \u201cO Cross Bar\u201d. Henry rode for years for Albert Campbell and the OX ranch. I found out the \u201cO Cross Bar\u201d brand is still available from the Idaho Brand Board, one of the first registered in 1949 and last renewed in 2000, the year Helena died. I don\u2019t think I will pay the $126 to get it registered.<\/p>\n

Up on Cuddy Mountain at the cow camp at Summer\u2019s Grave we would have a predawn breakfast of sourdough pancakes, collect the horses that had been hobbled and saddle and ride off to move cows. The top of Cuddy Mountain is a timbered rolling expanse all above 6000 elevation. I was at the mercy of Henry and Helena\u2019s local knowledge. But by the end of the third week, places did start to look familiar. In the morning we would head out to \u201cPaddy Flat\u201d or \u201cWindy Knob\u201d or \u201cJims Point\u201d and find some cows grazing. We would ride around until we had a bunch, then start moving them across to \u201cGreen Saddle\u201d or \u201cBacon Meadows\u201d. Along the way I often got the story about why it was called \u201cBacon Meadows\u201d.<\/p>\n

Henry had a colorful vocabulary. I counted once and it came to a fifth of the words he uttered were profane. He only used four cuss words, but he used them a lot. \u201cShe\u2019s a damn good mare.\u201d \u201cThat sumbitch fooled me.\u201d \u201cHelluva fine day.\u201d\u00a0 As we were trailing the ambling white face cows Henry nodded ahead and informed me, \u201cThere\u2019s a goddamed OX cow\u201d.\u00a0 I hadn\u2019t noticed. But I looked closer and she had a big OX brand on her side. We were riding Circle C cows.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh hell, they\u2019ll come git the sonovabitch come fall. Damn stupid to run her off up here, but that ol\u2019 sonovabitch Albert Campbell used to make us do that.\u201d Henry grinned and shook his head. \u201cHe was a helluva businessman.\u201d<\/p>\n

We didn\u2019t drive off the cows that weren\u2019t our brand that summer. But we noted it, or at least Henry did. He kept track, but kept them together. It seemed to work on the mountain. It seemed the fair thing to do. I would hope we can keep the work of our state in such perspective.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll always remember that summer. Henry died that fall, a stroke. I barely got to know him. I hope my grandkids know me better. And I hope I have as much to teach them.<\/p>\n

\"Schmidt<\/p>\n

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