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Ryan Taylor

Ryan Taylor welcomes comments about his column. He can be reached at 1363 54th St. N.E., Towner, N.D. 58788; e-mail: cowlogic@ndak.net. Taylor, who ranches near Towner, is a columnist for Agweek.
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Carpet diem

Sitting there eating our barbeques, someone piped up, “when’s the stripper coming?” Now, that raised a few eyebrows amongst us Lutherans.

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The finish line

Trying to find peace.

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Spring fling

Raising scholarships, building community.

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Travelling Taylors

We’re a family on the road it seems, and, lucky for us, our kids don’t seem to mind. We must be doing something right on our relatively routine travels around the state because our children are always excited to go.

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Feeding the multitudes

There’s a piece of paper pinned up on the kitchen bulletin board of our church that says, “how to feed the multitudes.”

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Sore but content

Sometimes, exhaustion is a satisfying feeling. Sore muscles, bumps, bruises, bones and joints that crack and creak, hitches in each of their respective git-alongs — it all means another calf working is complete.

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Quiet time

TOWNER, N.D. — There are plenty of modern contraptions on the ranch that make our work easier and, mostly, I’m glad to have them. Especially when they work. When they decide to quit running, it’s frustrating, but sometimes the change is an uninvited gift.

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COWBOY LOGIC: A long ride home

TOWNER, N.D. — I don’t live in mass transit country. This winter, I’m not even sure if I live in transit country, of any kind. We’re fast becoming a no-transit zone as the snow falls, blows and drifts across our roads.

COWBOY LOGIC: It's a girl!

TOWNER, N.D. &mdash She's here! She's finally here, and she's a pink flannel-wearing, pink blanket-wrapped, heart-melting baby girl!

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COWBOY LOGIC: Haying etiquette

Field location boosts quality - TOWNER, N.D. — It’s a good thing we don’t live on too good a road. Our haying is getting a later than usual start this year, and if the whole county was driving down a highway by my unmown fields, I’d be overwhelmed with guilt.

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Basic happiness

Something about Christmas and the season makes me think about our priorities — the gifts we give, the gifts we ask for, the things we need, what we most appreciate.

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1 job 3 tractors

Winter has come, and so have winter chores here on the ranch. With cattle worth so darn much, I weakened and started feeding hay when the temperature hit zero.

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View from the top is worth the walk

It looks like the skies are going to cloud over, and we’re going to get some real fall weather. But we had a string of days that make a person glad to be alive and outside in the Northern Plains with the leaves turning, the geese flying, the sun shining and the air cooling just enough to feel crisp but not frozen.

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Well-worn shoes

Being a cowboy, I always remember Dad as a cowboy hat and cowboy boots kind of a guy.

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Broadway's bras raise money and awareness

I’ve written a lot of columns about a lot of different things, but this is probably the first column I’ve written about bras. Yes, bras or brassieres or, as Ellie May Clampett called them in The Beverly Hillbillies television show, “a store bought, lace-trimmed double-barreled slingshot.”

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A gun, a dog and a kid

Just a week or so ago, the sharptailed grouse hunting season opened up in North Dakota. I didn’t get out for the opener to look for grouse on the ranch because I was in Fargo, N.D., looking for Bison at my old home, the campus of North Dakota State University.

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Sports legends

Somewhere along life’s path, I became a runner. I’m not exactly sure why, but I suppose there are worse habits that I could’ve picked up when I was a kid.

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Library lost: remembering the stories

A Scandinavian friend of mine once told me an African proverb. It said, “When an old man dies, a library has burned to the ground.” I thought of that when I was asked to eulogize my mother’s “Norwegian rancher bachelor” cousin, Orlin.

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Back in the saddle

Some gifts last a month, others might last a couple years, but if you buy the right kind of gift, made of durable materials, and if the person who receives it likes it so much that they take good care of it, it could last a lifetime.

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Dunking for dollars

I guess I was the closest thing to a local celebrity they could think of in my nearby town of Rugby, N.D., when the Lutheran church was recruiting victims and honorees for their dunking booth at the Pierce County Fair.

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