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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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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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Gardening for self sufficiency

I grew up with a garden, not that I was always appreciative of the fact or thrilled with the idea of pulling weeds or picking beans. I did like the tilling. Like most young boys, the tiller with its noisy gas motor and the ability to power pulverize dirt and old plants and weeds had its allure.

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Life in the 'hazard lights' lane

Not everything in this world is made for speed. Like the old horses we put our kids on, the turtles we see out in the pasture and the farm implements we pull down the road from time to time.

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Spring a hopeful time on the prairie

The seed is in the ground, the grass is growing, our mare had her colt and the calves have all stood up and gotten their first meal at the momma cow cafe. It’s a hopeful time here on the prairie.

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Freezer space

Don’t bite off more than you can chew. Make sure your eyes aren’t bigger than your stomach, or your plate, or something like that. Don’t feed three cattle to make into beef if you don’t have the room to keep them frozen.

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Where from?

Taking stock in heritage

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Winter tradition

TOWNER, N.D. — I may not have had what most would consider a typical life growing up as a kid, but it was a pretty good way to grow up, full of adventures and life lessons. Living on a ranch, miles from town, denies some experiences but affords many others.

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