Guns at the ranch

Guns at the ranch

After hauling another load of trash I found in the stock trailer, a friend came to help me with my gun inventory.   He took most of the guns home with him to clean them and decided to keep me armed with a shotgun, a 410 snake charmer, a rifle and a pistol, all of which will be loaded and set in strategic places.  I’ve been at the ranch alone for 12 years, then 3 years with daughter here and I’m now back in charge.  Never have I been threatened with an intruder but it doesn’t hurt to be armed.  I’m also protected by a 100-pound Bull Arab dog imported from Australia.  She’s a hog dog but also a very good watch dog and varmint eradicator.   I’ve never locked any of my buildings or my vehicles.  This ranch is sufficiently remote to be found though I do have undocumented immigrants walk through from time to time.  They mean no harm.   Today I’ll go down to the creek bottom and pick the garden, feed the horses and chickens and most likely find some trash to haul.  Most ranches have a dump that they fill and periodically burn until the pit is full.  Then they bury it with a bulldozer and dig a new pit.  There are no trash dumps on my ranch.  I recycle and pay to haul trash to a central location.  My food scraps I put into a composter and make fertilizer for the garden and fruit trees.  My water comes from a 865 foot deep well.  I also have springs on the ranch that flow year round.  In case of a disaster I can survive.   It’s a good feeling.