Tribute to Chicaza
|Chicaza was a yellow dun paint Spanish Mustang I belonged to from 1988-1994. This is to the
1000's of miles we rode, the 50-Milers we ran, the stuff we gathered including buffalo, elk, cattle,
mustangs, & several haints. Though I may lose everything, no one'll ever take my memories, my
scars, & my bad reputation.
Running & raised wild in the Kiamichi Mountains by Gilbert Jones of Medicine Springs,
Oklahoma, Founder of the Southwest Spanish Mustang Association, we caught him in a salt trap
as a 5 year old stud. Never had a hand on on him until mine.
Always bucked every time saddled. I apologize for the "Bronc to Breakfast" behaviour that
scatter'd several camps tho it's made for numerous campfire tales. Only bronc I ever had or knew
that could kick you out of the saddle while sit'n in it. Such was his dexterity & sense of humor. He
could kick a fly off his ear with a hind foot while walk'n along & never miss a stride.
Chicaza was just like the Ancient Ancestral Chickasaw axiom: "Never forget a kindness, nor an
Chicaza never forgot a trail, tho we made more than we ever followed, being of the "Ride, Track,
School of Equestrian Events.1000's of miles in all weather we spent in brush where we didn't see
each other, much... Chicaza knew his 'bizness' & with his own often stringent requirements, he let
me go along to many places. He never forgot where he left 'his truck' and it 'uz just best not to
question his route there after a long day. Whenever you thought your own 2-leg'd know'n knew
better than his 4-leg'd, he would "swaller his head" just to see if your outfit was for line dance'n or
for real cowboys & ndn's. The best rides are ones nobody ever saw & the only ones anyone'll ever
remember are around others, when you didn't.......XX......3-3-05
I just hobble'd & wobble'd in...been out all day try'n to rectify a "Wire'n Problem"...
Ain't enough wire to hold thangs' that'll come-from-together.....applied to Fences....which ain't nut'n...but a
Still sweat'n..like a 'ho in church...but got d-blood trail...taper'd off...& after several shots of
Corn-Enabler...&....while I'm feel'n relatively attractive,...thought I'd share with botha' ya'll with Ears....I
don't know nuth'n....but Old Folks told me a lot,...I listen to:
Aight: 20-some years ago, hada' longhorn cow wouldn't stay home,...would NOT take a Suggestion(that's
a fence, numbs)...tear out 100 yards...especially if you'd just replaced it all new...& she'd go out
swar-ray'n...& remove'n Suggestions......
I's Real Cowboy-den...I'd track 'er down...rope-drag-chastize her black azz' home...set my packa' blue
dogs on her....well...gal' would not stay home....
Took some tobacco & my brush-scuff'd tear & blood stain'd hat in my hand to an Old Elder....& axe'd:
"How'd th' Ancestors handle such???..."
He studied...& stew'd....rotate'd 4 times Left....& ..Silences-later....he say: "If it were yo' Daddy's cow,
he'd sell 'er...& ride off...."
I says: "Naw".....what'd our Ancestors do???..."...
Old Elder say,,,in whisper: "Take ya' Night Jar, & put it on her Feed....ever-day...until she will follow
you...& No Other..."
Back 'den I's even purdier & less? smort'....so says: "Whut?"...Night jar?
Old Folk needs Patience...wish I'd git-it....he say: "yeah, yo' Sample...from Night...(Urine...for us Einsteins)
so I did,...
1st day: on sweet feed...naw...she give me d-Stank-Eye...& check'd my tree-climb'n skills...
2nd day: her Standards had slip'd, etc.....took 4-6 weeks...but .she stay'd home....&..
I ain't et' womenz' cook'n since...forget chess pie...& macaroni...& pound cake....
Be Careful where ya' Eat.....Who You Follow'n?...& No Other?...
but...Go where ya' call'd...& do as ya' told...
& when ya' meet da' Serpent.....Bruise his Head..that's Biblical....ya' know, d-early shat'....doan' bother
my King Snake,,,,tho'......just other ways to keep yo' Cow Home.....
Marchand say'd & know'd 'dat:..Um-m-m-Huh.....XX