Howdy, my name is Chip.

I am a rancher in the southeastern corner of Wyoming.

I live in a state that is still pretty young 
comparatively speaking, and I have seen or experienced 
a good deal of it’s history.  My background and hobbies 
have enabled me to learn and experience many of the 
things that make Wyoming unique.  
My family homesteaded here nearly a hundred years ago 
and we have grown with the young state.

My Dad remembers the day the U.S. Cavalry patrol stopped 
at the place to water their horses. They were out looking 
for a bunch of Souix Indians that had jumped the 
reservation and were out on a horse stealing raid.

When I was a young boy I met and talked with a very old 
Souix Indian.  He had been at the Battle Of The Little 
Big Horn, when Custer and his command were killed.  

He had been a young boy and was told to stay out of the 
fighting, he saw some of the battle from a nearby hill.






I have driven the old "Cheyenne to Deadwood Stagecoach" 
with an 8-horse hitch, 
lived in a Tipi, 
trapped beaver in cold mountain streams, 
hunted with a muzzle loading rifle, 
talked to my son during “Desert Storm” via satellite, 
and now I talk to my friends all over the world 
on this magic box.


 I guess when I look back on it, my life has been pretty 
eventful. I rode a horse 4 miles to a one room school 
between neighboring ranches. There was one other student
and one teacher.
It was 40 miles to high school and I graduated in the 
largest class in the history of the school. 
There were 13 of us.






I have met three United States Presidents, two cabinet 
officers, I don’t know how many senators and congressmen 
and I am not a politician.


I’ve gotten drunk with, been in shooting contests with, 
been hunting and fishing with movie stars. I was trying 
to break up a bar fight one night, and a future Governor
of Wyoming stood back to back with me, I hauled him and 
his wife around the state after he was elected.







 My wife Linda and I were 
both in law enforcement for years. I was a Wyoming 
Highway Patrolman and my badge number was #25. Linda 
became a Deputy Sheriff and with a little coercion on 
my part with the Sheriff, she wound up with the same 
badge number as me....... #25.






The ranch is 40 miles from Cheyenne, Wyoming, and so quiet  
that there are times I can here the rumble of trains
on tracks over 20 miles away.



I call this place "The High Lonesome." 

Linda and I have a hobby called "Buckskinning."  
It's the re-creation of the lifestyle and skills 
of the old mountain men of the 1820's and 30's.

Now I spend my spare time visiting with my friends 
on the internet and writing stories about mountain 
men and cowboys and a feller named "Iggy."

You can learn more about all of this
by reading my stories below.






 I've dug ditches and dinosaurs and worked 
at the United Nations. 
Some day I am going to retire and start riding 
the grub line again and meet all the wonderful 
people I have met on the internet.








You know when I get to thinking about it,
it has been quite a ride.

See ya down the trail!!!