Spending the summers of 1958 through 1960 on a large ranch south of Cascade, Montana, as a teenager, I learned a lot about ranching—and life. Teams of horses were used for much of the work, and buckboard wagons were used daily. Technology-wise, this ranch was about thirty years behind the times, but it made a profit for the absentee owner, and it was a wonderful way of life.
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