Cattle Kate

I was a little bean who sprouted from the love between a man who has called himself an old, fat farmer and is a coniuseeure of baked potatoes, and a woman who didn’t know a stranger. It was a classic love story, they met at The Mint Bar, in Sheridan, Wyoming. Mom was pulling doubles at the Dairy Queen and dad ran a small heard so they could buy a piece of land they could call their own. They made it months shy of 40 years together before Pancreatic Cancer stole her in February of this year.

I’m the baby of three by 12 years. My sister is the oldest and the smartest of the bunch. She’s quick witted and sees the world as one big DIY project she can lock her jaw and muscle her way through. My brother oozes horsemanship. He’s the type of guy Western Horseman tries to write about. And I’ve been studying both of them like the back of my hand growing up.

Then there’s little ole’ me. Between us, I can’t respectfully call myself a rancher just yet, but I’m learning. I’ve got five head that my parents bought me to help pay for school. I ride whatever horse my brother hasn’t pedaled yet, and well, my cow dog went and lost her cowsense… Or maybe she never found it. For my 21st birthday, I was given my grandpa’s brand: BA. It’s a fifth generation Carroll brand and it’s the most badass gift I could have ever imagined being given, and I feel so compelled to carry on it’s legacy.

It’s important for me to be authentic, and for that to happen I feel I need to share that I was born on a modest ranch. I only helped where I was needed — no more, no less. My nose was stuck up high looking for excitement, fun and a little more room to breathe than there typically can be in the Carroll household with four strong-willed members apart of the operation. Who truly grows up thinking, “Man it can’t get ANY better than the home you were born and raised into?” 

So I ran away. I’m only 21 and I’ve experienced the 4th of July in Washington D.C. and I’ve been to the running of the Bulls in Spain. I’ve sat in the Grand Ole’ Opry and I’ve seen The Last Supper in Person and I’ve rapped with Afroman on a Wednesday night. I’ve swam with sharks three times and I walked the halls of the Colosseum. To Ireland, Spain, Mexico, Germany, France, Italy, Switzerland and Greece I went. I’ve seen the sites and I’ve stamped my passport and made some incredible memories… But there’s nothing quite like the view of the Big Horn Mountains coming into sight outside of Kaycee, Wyoming. Nothing will ever hold my heart quite like Wyoming does. 

I have to say I now enjoy the Agriculture Industry. I’m learning about a million things I never would have cared about a couple, short years ago. Things like bio control, invasive grasses, well fitting hand-me-down Wranglers and becoming a well rounded horseman and the list goes on and on.

I want this blog to be the foundation’s of my career in the media field. I dream about being printed in Cowgirl or Cowboys and Indians. I want to be able to bridge the gap between media and the Ag industry. I want to interview people who are breaking ground or who are the best of the best. I want to show you why you should sit down and read an article for 10 minutes. I don’t want to limit myself to journalism, I am very interested in social media, photography, and the whole scheme of things.

Words to Live By

I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

Atticus

I have no special talent. I’m only passionately curious.

Albert Einstein

We’ll all be equal under the grass, and God’s got a heaven for country trash.

Johnny Cash

Let’s build something together.


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