Grazing the Sheep By Richard W. Etulain The following excerpt, used with permission from the author’s new book, Boyhood among the Woolies, describes summers when the Etulains left their eastern Washington ranch to graze their sheep in the
Pull on the Right! By Robin Castle It was a particularly pretty winter morning on our ranch north of Shoshone. There was no wind, and the snow sparkled from the sun’s reflection. The air was crisp, and the
A Newcomer Learns Ranch Lingo By Bobbi Phelps Photos Courtesy of Bobbi Phelps In 1980, suburbanite Bobbi Phelps moved to the four-thousand-acre Wolverton family ranch in southern Idaho’s Twin Falls and Cassia Counties. Her book, Sky Ranch: Living
Work and Hospitality on the Range Story and Photos by Brian Parry In the summer of 2019, I spent a week with my friends Jim and Jacque Moreno and their family on a beautiful 122-acre ranch near Culdesac.
It’s Easy, Right? By Michael K. Edwards It can be chilly around the middle of October in southern Idaho’s Magic Valley. At six in the morning, before the sun has come over the horizon, it can be downright
The Firearm As Tool By Dwight Sutton In the years of this story, from 1910 to 1950, in Arco and elsewhere in Idaho, guns and shooting were part of our everyday life. Not a large part, but nonetheless
Ed Duren’s Hall of Fame Career By Bill Corbett When I first saw Edward Paul Duren sitting at his desk in the University of Idaho’s Caribou County Agricultural Extension Office, my initial thought was, “I didn’t know the
Across the Deepest Canyon By Pete Wilson In early spring of 1953, my Uncle Allen and Aunt Hazel needed to have a small herd of horses moved across the Snake River in Hells Canyon. They had sold their
But Where Did It Land? Story and Photos by Carolyn White The snow was knee-high and each step was a struggle. Pausing to catch my breath, I muttered, “Okay, I give up. Where’d you drop it, Ray?” Half-blinded
A prominent mountain northeast of Mountain Home, seen on the left as you pass through the outskirts of town on I-84 eastbound, bears the name Bennett Mountain. Scores of my cousins and second cousins and their children recount with pride that the mountain was named for Richard Bennett, our ancestor.
I grew up in Mountain Home and don’t remember any of the locals or family members ever questioning the origin of the mountain’s name. It was named after my great-grandfather who ran sheep there a hundred and thirty-five years ago . . . or was it? Continue reading
