Daily Journal

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about THE DAILY JOURNAL

A daily window into life on our ranches.

August 21, 2017

Don’t Soil the Soil

The soil tells a story, and if you read it carefully, your signature on the land becomes clear.

June 4, 2017

Zapata Tent Camps

“We’ve got an hour before the sun sets, should we ride out and find some bison?”

And so kicked off our camp out on the Medano among the wild bison. A combination of laid-back spontaneity and the freedom of having 55,000 acres to yourself set the tone for the evening. With the tents set up and fire ring built, Kate, Jessie and I had our chores done and could go have some fun. We set off north in search of some

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April 13, 2017

Chasing the Green

This spring feels like it’s pregnant. As if it is about to burst out unchecked as a living being.

March 22, 2017

First Weeks

So far I have only completed two weeks of work here on the Chico, however in that time I have learned a lot. That first week was a crash course in everything that you could think of when it comes to ranch life. Growing up, I had been around ranching but nothing as intensive as this. I learned the location of everything on the ranch, what my duties were, and much more. Getting acquainted with my surroundings and the people

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March 7, 2017

Wilder Bison Works

Our bison threatened to stampede through the North Dakota pipeline demonstration during the fall roundup.

February 24, 2017

Wild Cows

For the sisters that got away.

You live in the hills, and parks,
And in the draws which best hold you hidden.
The sharp rocks are your friends…

A poem by Duke Phillips.

February 6, 2017

On the Ground

By the time I graduated and left the academic world behind, I felt as though had I gained little ground in the reality of what I had spent so much time trying to understand. I left wanting to work on a ranch.

January 17, 2017

The Sound of Silence

I had never truly experienced the sound of silence in its purest form until I came to the Chico.