Out Our Way: Who? Me?

Out our way, you meet some unlikely folks pushing cows — and the most unlikely of them all was yours truly. A mediocre rider at best, even with gentle ole Doc, I managed to get bucked off — or was it I fell off? — with alarming regularity. “But that’s how you learn,” my saddle pard, Charlie, told me. Kids raised on horseback learn early and get their bumps and bruises while young and supple. Old guys who start riding after 60 are a different matter. Learning for us is a harder process — and who wants such greenhorns working bulls, cows and calves with them? Well, Charlie did....