🤠 COWBOY LOGIC The squeakiest wagon wheel gets your attention, but it doesn’t tell you whether the wagon’s headed in the right direction. Some conversations leave you with a little more peace and a lot less need to answer every voice hollering across the fence. Today brought one of those. I’m comfortable letting the folks doing the work keep doing it. A story told with certainty is still just a story until the facts support it. The wheels of justice turn slowly. Be patient, listen carefully, and use the good sense God gave you. Be as diligent about questioning a rumor as somebody else was about spreading it. And a man who knowingly points folks down the wrong trail ought to remember—his tracks are there, too. Dust can make a mighty big cloud. It still settles. And when it does, the tracks speak for themselves.

🤠 Cowboy Logic If you spend all day looking for snakes, you’ll miss the wildflowers—and pretty soon, every crooked stick starts looking like something that’s out to get you. There’s real evil in this world. There’s dishonesty, and there are questions worth asking. But when every answer becomes a cover-up, every coincidence becomes a conspiracy, and every good deed must have a hidden motive, you leave yourself mighty little room to enjoy life. Sometimes hurt and disappointment make it hard to trust again. That deserves compassion. But suspicion alone isn’t proof, and a story doesn’t become true just because you can make the pieces fit. There are still good neighbors, honest people, and folks who help without expecting a thing in return. There’s still a beautiful world beyond the screen. We can’t control every headline or solve every mystery. We can control how we treat our families, whether we help a neighbor, and what we contribute to our own little corner of the world. Keep your eyes open. Ask questions. Be willing to change your mind when the facts don’t match your suspicions. And don’t spend so much time hunting shadows that you miss the daylight. 🌄

🤠 Cowboy Logic They say, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Well, two coyotes barking at the same rancher don’t make either one a good cow dog. It’s easy to find common ground when all you share is somebody you dislike. Real friendship takes more: honesty, loyalty, and something worth standing FOR. I’d rather ride with folks who share my values than folks who just share my grudges. Choose your riding partners carefully. A common enemy won’t tell you much about a person’s character—but how they treat people will.

🤠 Cowboy Logic — Family Traditions The Utah deer hunt has a way of bringing generations together. Cold mornings, a warm camp, and somebody telling the same hunting story for the thirtieth year—with a slightly bigger buck every time. 😂 Kids learn patience, respect for the land, and how to walk quietly… usually after stepping on every dry branch on the mountain. As the years pass, you remember who walked beside you, who taught you to watch a hillside, and whose empty chair you’d give anything to fill again. Take the kids. Invite Grandpa. Tell the old stories, and make a few new ones. Someday, that youngster might forget how many points the buck had, but they’ll remember you made time to take them. Hunt safely, look after one another, and keep those family traditions alive. 🦌🍂

My peace of mind.

Sunday Cowboy Logic 🤠 “Be still, and know that I am God.” —Psalm 46:10 A horse settles when he learns to trust the hand holding the reins. We could learn a little from that. There’s peace in knowing we don’t have to see the whole trail to trust the One leading us. Some days, faith means loosening our grip, quieting our hearts, and letting the Lord set the pace. This Sunday, take a breath. Count your blessings. Let your soul catch up. God knows the way. 🙏

Saturday night vibes….

🤠 Saturday Cowboy Logic I’ve made some mighty good friends and connections lately, and I’m grateful for every one of them. Good folks sure make the trail more enjoyable. But a cowboy can spend so much time visiting across the fence that he forgets who’s waiting on his own porch. Our families deserve our best hours, not just whatever daylight we have left. This Saturday, put the phone down awhile. Hug your sweetheart. Call your kids. Let the grandkids talk your ears off. Share a meal and a laugh. Keep making room at the table for new friends—just make sure your family never has to wonder whether you’ll be there. The richest part of a cowboy’s life is often sitting right across the kitchen table. 🤠

September 21, 2026 youtu.be/9eiecxttAR4?is=4c_G… via @YouTube This is from the 10,000 ft level on Cedar Mountain. My friend Shawn is an incredible artist.

Tomorrow early… 🤠 COWBOY LOGIC Some folks see three horses at the same water trough and figure they’re planning a bank robbery. In a small town, people know each other. They share tables, shake hands, and stop by the same places for supper. If that’s evidence of a grand scheme, half the county’s implicated before dessert. A good tracker knows that crossing paths doesn’t mean riding together. And when the tracks don’t support his guess, he changes his guess—not the tracks. There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. But if every answer somehow proves the same theory, you might be writing a story instead of finding the truth. Be diligent about the facts. Even a mighty fancy rope won’t let you lasso smoke. 🤠

🤠 Cowboy Logic A man can be mighty diligent about planting weeds, but he shouldn’t expect a field of wheat come harvest. Same goes for words. Repeating a story doesn’t make it true. Raising your voice doesn’t make it honest. And rattling somebody’s fence doesn’t move the property line. Folks who stand on the truth can afford to be patient. A lie needs tending—another explanation, another accusation, another person to blame. The truth doesn’t change just because somebody hollers at it. I’ll keep tending my own ground, being diligent about my work, and letting my life speak for itself. We all reap what we sow. Me included. So be diligent about what you sow. Someday, your name will be on the harvest.

The first snows here in southern Utah remind us that change doesn’t wait until we’re ready. A wise cowboy checks the fences, gets the hay stacked, and finds his warmer coat—because arguing with the weather never kept anybody warm. 🤠❄️ Life’s seasons deserve that same approach. Prepare for what’s coming, appreciate what’s been, and welcome the good a new season can bring. That snow means cold chores today, but it holds the promise of water and green pastures tomorrow. Sometimes a blessing shows up wearing a coat of frost.

Cowboy logic: A cloud of dust isn’t a herd of facts. Around a small town, family trees have plenty of branches. That doesn’t mean everybody’s sat at the same supper table. Knowing someone’s cousin doesn’t mean you know their life. Finding an old article doesn’t mean you know the whole story. And repeating an assumption louder doesn’t turn it into truth. Ask questions. Check the answers. Be willing to correct yourself. A person’s reputation deserves at least as much care as the story being told about them. I’m just a guy from Spry, but I was raised to check the brand before claiming the steer. 🤠

🤠 Cowboy logic: A Utah “hurricane” is when you pray for rain and your hat makes it to the next county before the first drop hits the ground. I’m grateful for the moisture… just wish it would fall on MY pasture instead of blowing sideways into somebody else’s. 🌧️😂

A little Sunday cowboy wisdom: You can spend all day fixing fences and still leave a few between you and your neighbors. Sometimes the work the Lord needs us to do is make a phone call, offer an apology, forgive an old hurt, or pull up another chair. “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.” —Matthew 5:9 This week, let’s be quicker to offer a hand than point a finger. There’s enough hard country to cross without making the trail rougher for each other. Happy Sunday. God bless you and yours.

Out West, when your neighbor’s cattle get out, you help gather them. You don’t ask how he votes—although you might question his fence-building skills. Keep your word, lend a hand, and return borrowed tools before his grandkids inherit the search party. We don’t have to agree on everything to look out for each other. Besides, it’s hard to hold a grudge against somebody who’s helped chase your heifer down the highway in his pajamas. 🤠🇺🇸

Happy Friday! A rattling gate doesn’t always mean the cattle are out. Sometimes it’s just the wind. Same goes for what you hear. Check the facts before you saddle up over a rumor—and before you pass it along. A story that fits your thinking still needs to fit the truth.

A little extra thought today… I’ve been thinking about how the Lord helps and guides us in even the smallest parts of our lives. A quiet prompting. A little peace when we’re worried. Someone who shows up just when we need a hand. On the ranch, you learn to notice the little things—a loose wire, a calf hanging back, a change in the weather. You pay attention because you care. Luke 12:6–7 reminds me how much more carefully our Heavenly Father watches over us. Even a sparrow isn’t forgotten. His care doesn’t mean every trail will be smooth. But we can bring Him the everyday worries, ask for direction, and trust that He hears us. If the Lord remembers a sparrow on a fence post, He surely remembers you. And nothing weighing on your heart is too small to bring to Him.