Horse Loggin’, Okanagan

By Bud McKague (1935-2002) In the winter Okanagan In the old days of horse loggin’, When the skid teams come a ‘foggin’, I can hear their tug chains still. And the faller, was a bawler, And you should of heard him holler, “Timber!” down the mountain; You could hear it at the mill. And the …

Everyone’s Got a Hang-Up

By MARILYN HALVORSON       Seems everyone’s got a hang-up these daysSo neurotic they all need a shrinkBut the kind of hang-up I’m talking aboutCan mess you up quick as a wink It happened one day with the buckskinOne tall drink of water, that horseI rode her out to check cattleAnd had gates to …