Penalty Ranch

An integral part of who I am.

 On the left a wild cow milking after the branding and on the right an iron horse collar used to ensure an exact fit when the horse shows signs of "galling" due to an inexact fit. Harness collars are usually made in "standard" sizes and not made to fit an individual horse. All those who have bought "Small" "Medium" or "Large" coat will understand that their coat fit just as well as the horse collar fit the horse.
These are the only Penalty pics I have but there are many more in the collection below.

            I’ve mentioned in several places that I spent some time repairing fence, putting up hay, herding cattle, stooking (grain) bundles, riding the range and other work associated with agriculture in Western Canada. The most memorable of those jobs was four months during the summer of 1964 on the Penalty Ranch. I herded 21 Hereford bulls the summer before on a neighboring ranch and have helped out in other places but that summer (and a few visits the following year) became and integral part of who I am.

            The name “Penalty” was from the owner and boss, René Dhenin who informed all, visitor or employee, that doing something lazy, thoughtless, or dumb would gain one a penalty such as cleaning out a stable, hoeing the garden or some other unpleasant but necessary task that he might create. Those actions which might warrant a penalty included miss-treating animals, leaving a gate open or dropping paper/trash on the ground.

            I was never found guilty of a penalty offence but I did have to shovel out the horse barn. Sometimes it isn’t possible to convince someone to perform poorly but the work still has to be done.

            That summer I did work that I (usually) wanted to do, ate more than my weight on most days, and made less money than I’ve ever made. But it was the best job I ever had. It put me into great physical shape, I was able to work with and ride horses and I met and talked to some of the Peace Country’s early pioneers.

            Many young men and women spent time at the Penalty. Brian Clarke of Fort St. John was one. Ron Yipp of the same city was another. All have gone on to other lives, other work and other places. Truck drivers, business owners, accountants, advertising – pick something and there is probably someone in that business who once worked on the Penalty or some other ranch.

            One of those is Ron Yipp mentioned above. I believe his brother introduced me to Ron sometime during the ‘60s but we didn’t actually “know” each other. However Ron spent far more time than I on the Penalty and also rode and camped with René on several occasions. I have recently connected with Ron on the digital air-ways and he has forwarded something to me that is a great treasure.

            Over the years I’ve managed to keep many of the Penalty memories but most of the pictures I took have been lost. Every move from the Peace Country, to Vancouver, Haggersville, Jarvis, Oshawa, Windsor, Calgary, Fort Saskatchewan and back to the Peace Country has cost me some physical piece of the past.

            Here is a collection of Ron’s pictures from the Penalty showing some great times and some great scenery. I’ve taken some stops from the assembly to allow explanation for the viewer.

            Ignore the request for a free account, (X it out) and click play.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/pg86cib6ewea5v8/Ranch%3ABranding%2065%3A67.m4v?dl=0

At the beginning a picture of the boat coming to the ranch from the landing at “Old” Fort St. John.  (North side of the river to the South side)

A picture of the ranch buildings taken from the boat.

At 0:12 the river and North Peace bank from the buildings

The tractors and fuel tanks (filled in those days in the winter by crossing the ice.) Beside those are two wagons/sleighs used to feed the cattle in winter with one of the teams of horses.

At 0:33 a picture of the Peace River from one of the upper flats … probably the “Breeding Pasture”

At 0:36 George McLaughlin (seated) and René Dhenin (note the canvas hat; he and it will appear throughout)

The only truck on the place except for those few times someone drove north from Chetwynd on the Jackfish Lake Rd. On more than one occasion that included a stock trailer or stock rack which absconded with Penalty Ranch beef. A few rustlers were caught.

0:43 Ron Yipp, immediately recognized as one of the good guys. He has a white hat after all.

0:44 Ron and René

1:17 The railroad bridge across the Peace just downriver from the ranch buildings and viewed from the edge of the “Breeding Pasture”

Several pictures of the branding including images of the “Genuine Chinese Cowboy”, Ron Yipp.

After the branding, a wild cow milking competition.

The “medical treatment” of a horse. Undoubtedly being “fixed”

Followed by great grub prepared while the branding was in progress.

At about 2:27 Ron’s father, George Yipp.

There is also a pic of Ron’s brother (Ken) and sister (Sheila) in there toward the end.

“Partners” rhyme – an overview

Barkerville about 1865

Here is a rhyme covering some of the story that appears in the novel “Partners”. No, it is not about the current trend to marry members of the same gender.

Wagon and three up on Cariboo Road

I suppose it could be likened to some of the couples one sees, of all genders, who, at first glance one might suspect have no business uniting. Some do make a viable couple and some do not.

This is a rhyme of six stanzas and therefore cannot cover all that is presented in a story of 246 pages which includes references to the wide Canadian Prairies, murder, genocide, renegades/outlaws, “manifest destiny”, Cree and Blackfoot, the early assassination of a policeman (murder again), vigilantes, gold mining, and self defense. It does give a fair idea of how I started the story; the unlikely joining of young and old, tenderfoot and “cheekako”, diplomat and attacker.

Calvenos Claim on Lowhee Creek

The video (not the best of those available but not the worst) trailer is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6LEqjRHCDQ 

And the novel itself can be found by clicking on the “Partners” cover off to the right.

Or at amazon.com/author/dmmcgowan at Barnes & Nobel, Indigo and Cole’s

It, as with my other novels is also available in a variety of digital formats.

The reason for the Barkerville pictures is that is where the story ends … and the one I’m working on with the same characters and some new troubles, begins.

            As always, leave a comment. Even if you don’t like what you read I’d like to know about it and why.

“Partners” overview

By D.M. McGowan

He was an educated man, Thomas Brash by name

Raised for the British Army to follow his father’s fame

Born in Upper Canada, the eastern Loyalist land

Then sent across the sea, military school, England

He had served in several stations, Europe, Africa and such

But found the land of Hind demanded just too much.

He left the British Army returned to his Kingston home

Taught school, married and farmed and vowed no more to roam

But fate stepped in to change the future he had planned,

Cholera took the family, he burned the house, left the land.

He wandered to the west perhaps thinking life was done

More than thirty years of effort and everything was gone.

But out there on the plains he found someone he could help

Perhaps some master plan? He’d play the cards he was dealt.

Two wandering strangers as different as they could be

Can each survive the other’s thoughts and company?

Renegades, Blackfoot and psychopaths they face

The elements alone are hard on the human race

Indian wars and killers, all the across the west

Such is their future where simple living is a test.

From different places and different teachings

Perhaps these two are over reaching

But it takes bold people to build a land

And different ideas build one that stands

Mucho Oro Claim

Pulling over for traffic on the Cariboo Road ...

Which usually necessitated a visit