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Hunting Range Cattle in Moffat County, Colorado

By Capper's Staff
Published on January 31, 2013

Wide open range, wild range cattle,
no horse, no dog-and our few cows were out there somewhere. In 1916, when my
brother was 12 years old, and 1,10, and we lived in Moffat County, 
Colorado, we had the job of finding the cows
and bringing them home for milking.

One evening, after hours of fruitless walking, we went back
without them, and our mama told us “to find those cows and don’t come home
without them.”

We took a lantern, for it was quite
dark, and we hunted. When we couldn’t tell a cow from a cedar tree, we used a
light from the lantern to start a small fire. We alternated resting and
searching until about three o’clock in the morning when we gave up and
struggled home.

Mama and our sister were in the
yard calling, even shooting a gun to attract our attention. We had not heard a
thing.

We really got told off! But when
Mama gave an order, we thought she meant it like she said it.

Mary J. Feuerborn
Grand Junction, Colorado

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