July 11, 2011 © Thomas J. Kollenborn. All Rights Reserved. 
As the first rays of sun light ventured across the summit of Miner’s Needle it was time for another day’s work at the Quarter Circle U Ranch. Usually we were already up and feeding livestock by dawn. Breakfast had been on the stove for 15 minutes when the feeding and watering was completed. Eggs, spuds, beans, chili, beef, bacon, biscuits, and coffee were a solid breakfast for hard-working cowboys. Soon we were saddling our horses for a long day’s ride into the backcountry to check and work cattle.
As the first rays of sun light ventured across the summit of Miner’s Needle it was time for another day’s work at the Quarter Circle U Ranch. Usually we were already up and feeding livestock by dawn. Breakfast had been on the stove for 15 minutes when the feeding and watering was completed. Eggs, spuds, beans, chili, beef, bacon, biscuits, and coffee were a solid breakfast for hard-working cowboys. Soon we were saddling our horses for a long day’s ride into the backcountry to check and work cattle.
The call of the quail and a  distant serenade of the coyotes were music to our ears as we rode east  from the old URanch toward Castle Rock. This towering outcrop of rock  east of the ranch looked something like a medieval castle, hence the  name Castle Rock. The clinging of our horse’s shoes was mixed with the  early morning sounds of the desert. A serenade only a cowboy could  appreciate. The green- and yellow-blossomed Palo Verde trees were like  burning torches from the light of the early morning sun. We could hear  the distant bellowing of a calf for its mother. One of Barkley’s range  bulls was rutting and sounding his call.
The trail that lay ahead was  steep, rocky and difficult to follow. We arrived at Miner’s Needle  Summit with near exhausted horses. As the air temperature warmed we  rested our mounts in what shade we could find and adjusted our cinches.  We then stepped into our stirrups and back into the saddle for the ride  that lay ahead. Slowly we moved our horses toward Bluff Springs corral  and cabin. We stopped briefly at a seep and watered our horses. Once we  arrived at the corral we opened the gate and checked our supplies in the  cabin. We then rode eastward looking for signs of range stock.
Two draws to the east we  found about 12 head of cows and calves that needed to be moved back to  the corral and checked for screw worms. It was always easier to work  cattle in a corral then on open ground in this rugged country. After all  we were not expert open ground ropers, especially with all the  Mesquite, Palo Verde, Jojoba, Chain Cholla, Prickley Pear, Hedgehog, and  Teddy Bear Cholla in the area.
We moved the cows and calves  toward the corral without incident. Once they were in we began the task  of checking each animal. Some were easy to check and others were not.  This required plain hard work and our only tools were a primitive  corral, gloves, a rope and a good horse. We roped, handled and doctored  each animal. The final tally was 14 cows, 15 calves and two yearly  steers. The mother cows we only visually inspected. Two of them we did  have to throw and doctor for screw worm infestation. This endeavor  required most of the day. We were pleased to know we had eased the  misery of these cattle by treating them for screw worms. Our  accomplishments were part of the routine of being a cowboy in these  mountains. This was Barkley’s first year being involved with the Screw  Worm Eradication Program. Almost everywhere we rode on his range we put  out sterilized flies in small boxes.
Barkley always told us this  was the roughest cow range in Arizona as far as he was concerned. We  often rode crosscountry over huge rocks, slide areas and steep slopes to  round up cattle. A steep slope was often 45 or more degrees. It wasn’t  uncommon for a cow pony to take a spill with you. Many times my horse’s  legs would just buckle under me and we would go down. A good cowboy gets  his legs out of the way before the horse hits the ground if he is  lucky. An unfortunate cowboy breaks a leg or a foot and is laid up for a  couple of months or so. A smart cowboy stays out from under his horse  under all conditions.
Ranchers don’t like to feed  cowboys with broken legs or arms. Sometimes a horse will go end over end  on a down hill slope because of loose or soft ground and a steep slope.  Sometimes a saddle-tree will get busted, but a good cowboy steps clear  with a little luck. Sometimes a wild cow will jerk your horse out from  under you in rough country once you have tied on to her with your rope. I  was one lucky novice cowboy on the Barkley spread and I knew it.
Somebody ask me about the  trails one time. My response, “what trails?” Most of our range riding  was over rugged terrain often where no horse had gone before, only a  cow. The landscape was covered with thorn brush and Cholla cactus just  to aggravate a cowboy.
Cattle will go anywhere to  find water or feed. A cowboy has to be able to follow and coax them down  out of the rugged terrain where they have sought browse. If cattle have  plenty of feed and water in a rugged area they will remain until one or  the other is exhausted. During roundup (rodeo) these cattle can be  difficult to manage and remove from a rough mountaintop.
There are many such mountains  in the Superstition Wilderness. If the rocks, slide areas, and steep  slopes aren’t enough to discourage a cowboy, there are always the many  thorny plants that stick and slash at your legs and arms as you ride  through them. Most smart cowboys invest in thick, heavy leather leggings  called Chaps. Usually these leggings add another ten pounds to your  horse, but will save you several pounds of flesh. The weight your horse  carries in rough country can be extremely important for your survival.  An overburdened horse falls easily. These sudden falls tend to break a  cowboy’s bones.
Old Gus Barkley always said  everything in this desert either sticks, bites, stings or eats meat.  Believe me these were prophetic words from a great philosopher who knew  what he was jawing about.
When the Saguaro cactus  begins to bloom the Black gnats swarm. These nasty critters love to bite  man and beast alike. After a little summer rain you have the  combination of Black gnats and Mosquitoes biting at your hide, both day  and night. Just another pleasure a cowboy is subjected to while working  on this range after a summer monsoon.
Rattlesnakes, scorpions,  tarantulas and centipedes are nothing to fear. Common sense usually  takes care of any encounters you would have with these critters. These  creatures are the source of many good stories for cowboys to tell  “dudes.” A smart cowboy is more concerned with the desert sun and the  heat it produces. Cowboys who work in the summer months on the desert  wear very wide brim hats and a large scarf around their neck for  protection against the sun’s rays. Amazing as it may be, it is always  cooler upon a horse’s back then walking on the ground. My guess is the  temperature is a least 10 degrees less on horseback.
Our work at the corral ended  just about sundown. We tightened our cinches and began the long ride  back to headquarters. We knew dinner would be late, but we got a lot of  work done and felt we had relieved the misery of a lot of cattle.
We arrived home long after  dark. We fed what stock we had in the corral, cooked dinner and went to  bed. Our well deserved rest for the night was appreciated, but usually  interrupted by a damn coyote or fox in the barn chasing the chickens. We  are up again at 2 o’clock in the morning chasing after a coyote, skunk,  or fox. If we weren’t guarding the chickens, doctoring animals, or  fighting the Black gnats, mosquitoes, scorpions, ants, and snakes then  we could get some sleep.
This  was just one day of my life on the Quarter Circle U Ranch. Barkley  always said, if you can survive a year on this ranch you have “earned  your spurs.” I was so dog-tired and exhausted I just couldn’t get too  excited about Barkley’s cowboy spun humor or philosophy. However I knew  it was the gospel of cowboy tradition in the Superstition Mountain area.

