A personal profile, as written by a drunken primate.
Desolate Ranch Wife Profile
How To Pick A Cowboy
Maybe his hat first caught your eye, all cleaned and shaped up nice. He wore a pearl-snap shirt and buckle, and Levi's that made you look twice. But lots of guys look good in jeans, and have their lid shaped in a shop. So, how can you tell a dink in spurs, from a hand... Continue Reading →
The Women Who Love The Men Who Love The West
When the going gets tough, it's the love of and for a good man that keeps me out here in the West.
Genuinely Nice Folks
Take heart, they still exist!
We’re Still Here
The cowboy lifestyle continues in the Great Basin.
Calendar Craze
I am so excited about the 2017 Buckaroo Country calendar! Mary Williams Hyde and I so enjoy looking back on our photographs and picking out our favorite images to share with all of you for the coming year. It's hard to pick just 12, though - each picture brings up unique memories for us and... Continue Reading →
Merry Christmas Letter
Greetings! I hope this finds you and yours well and wonderful. We are doing great - 2015 was a big year for the Youngs. Jolyn and Jim spent their first child-free weekend together in Tahoe, and their second baby was born.* All year long, their days (and Jolyn's belly) leaned increasingly heavily toward autumn, culminating... Continue Reading →
Getting paid to panic – I mean speak in public
I did my first paid speaking gig over the weekend. Only one person fell asleep, so I considered it a success. I was on a panel for a discussion called Being Cowboy in a Digital World at the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, along with Jessica Hedges of Oregon and Jessie Veeder of North... Continue Reading →
Being Cowboy in a Digital Age
I don't see myself as a liaison between the ranching world and city dwellers. I don't use my blog or Facebook posts to explain our way of life to non-agricultural consumers. I mostly blog to amuse myself and make fun of my friends. I always blog with a pretty strong self-censor, too, because if outsiders... Continue Reading →
I've heard tales about going out out the spring and fall wagons for 3 months at a time, when each ranch had a crew of at least six cowboys, each cowboy had at least ten horses in his string, and there were a whole lot more ranches still running in the Great Basin. I had... Continue Reading →
Jolyn Young 