2015 October Issue- Week 1
September 30, 2015
Longhorns Eating Cactus-Living on Poor Forage
From an old Postcard (Authors Collection)
HOW THE LONGHORNS WERE SAVED
by Merle Grabhorn
It may surprise you that, by the beginning of the 20th century, the icon of the American West, the Longhorns, were virtually extinct. Thirty years previously, they had been the dominant breed of cattle in the US; however, by 1900 Longhorns were considered trash or” scrub cattle.“ What happened? Longhorns were hardy, had evolved disease resistance, ease of calving, strong mothering instincts, and other traits such as hard hooves and dangerous horns to protect themselves. What’s more, they could walk for miles for water, utilize poor forage, and raise strong healthy calves year after year. They were the perfect breed for the American West. It was ranching economics, not genetics, that led to the decline and near extinction of the Longhorn.
Three Strikes and You’re Out
There were three causes that led to the decline and near extinction of Longhorns. The first strike against Longhorns was that new breeds of cattle began showing up in the West. Towards the end of the 19th century, purebred cattle breeds from Europe and Asia became available such as Hereford, Shorthorn, and Angus.
Since Angus beef is often marketed in grocery stores and even fast food chains, a comparison between Angus and Longhorn tells the story. An Angus cow can reach an average weight of 1,200 to 1,800 pounds, while a Longhorn cow will average 1000 pounds. Thusly, an Angus can easily average about 25 percent more weight than a Longhorn. That’s a 25 percent increase in profit per head. Further, Angus have what cattlemen call “Superior Feed Conversion” which means that an Angus will return larger amounts of beef for the same amount of feed. The Angus reaches maturity relatively early in comparison to the Longhorn. Calves are born sooner and they mature faster. That said, the return on Angus is both greater and quicker.
Strike Two-The Need for Fat
The Longhorn is a very lean animal. Compared to an Angus it has about 80percent less fat per pound. Historically, candles, soaps, lubricants and cooking all required tallow. The demand for the tallow and hides was a driving force for the cattle business. Hides could be obtained from Longhorns but not much fat. Cattle processing companies were willing to pay more for cattle with fat that could be rendered for tallow. Also, Longhorns had a reputation for producing tougher, stringier, and less appetizing meat.
To the steak connoisseur, the rib-eye is a choice cut, taste of which comes from the marbling of fat around the steak. Sure, there is fat around a Longhorn ribeye, just not very much. Longhorn beef cooks quickly due to its low fat content. The less fat, the quicker the cooking time. It’s very easy to overcook meat that is lean and when you overcook it, it toughens up. The “old-time” cowboys knew the trick was to eat their Longhorn steaks rare. But as America became more urban, the knowledge of how to cook very lean meat all but vanished and the ads from meat packing companies advertising the “better” beef didn’t help. We know today not only that Longhorn beef is leaner than that of other breeds, it is also lower in saturated fats. Longhorn beef even has less cholesterol and calories than chicken, a very healthy meat.
Strike Three-Cattle Tick Fever
It is ironic that one of the strengths of the Longhorn was also a cause of its near extinction. Fever in cattle is carried by ticks and, unlike other breeds, the Longhorns had developed immunity to this disease. In the good old days, when Longhorns were moved along cattle trails during the great drives, the ticks dropped off and found local cattle to feed on. In this way, the ticks transmitted the deadly disease that would decimate entire herds. It took a little time but ranchers soon realized that tick or Texas fever as they called it, was somehow related to the Longhorns. They didn’t know the how of it, but they knew the results: the loss of their herds of valuable Angus, Herefords, and Shorthorns.
Longhorns were disease carriers that no one wanted. Soon, cattle drives were met with armed resistance. This led to an event recorded in Western history as the “Winchester Quarantine”. Texas Panhandle cattlemen, Charles Goodnight of the JA Ranch and Orville Nelson of the Shoe Bar Ranch, posted cowhands armed with Winchester rifles at their southern boundaries to keep out tick-infested South Texas Longhorns. The cowhands were armed with Winchesters. Goodnight warned the drivers, “You will not treat this as idle talk. I simply say you will not pass through here in good health.” Years later, movie and TV Westerns would draw on this event for some of their stories.
It’s Almost Too Late
As ranchers began the transition to other, more profitable cattle breeds, they sent most of their Longhorns off to slaughter. However, some did retain a few Longhorns to try to crossbreed with the more valuable cattle in hopes that they could combine the desirable attributes of both. This hybridization further led to the decline of pure Longhorn stocks. Eventually the remaining pure Longhorns were sent to slaughter or died. Mostly, they were just bred out of existence.
However, there were a few cattlemen who saw that the Longhorns were disappearing and started to bring some of the best they could find to their ranches. They were sometimes hidden on remote parts of the ranch to prevent scorn from neighbors who scoffed at the “relics.” A total of six ranchers, Butler, Marks, Peeler, Phillips, Yates and Wright saved what was thought to be the last pure Longhorns. They kept their other cattle separate so there were no mixing of the herds. These ranchers were diligent and strict purists in breeding, record keeping and maintaining their Longhorns. This created six isolated gene pools. All Longhorns alive today come from these six gene pools plus one more, the WR herd.
The Government Steps In with the WR Herd
In 1927, conservationists and historians asked Congress for money to establish a federal herd of purebred Texas Longhorn cattle with the object of saving Western Heritage. The cattle were supposed to be established in the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refuge located in Southeast Oklahoma as a “for show herd” to allow tourists to see and photograph. Three thousand dollars were appropriated for the task. It was also supposed to have been be easy to assemble the herd, as at one time there had been somewhere between four and six million Longhorns in Texas alone. However, it did not turn out to be so easy.
For several years, two U.S. Forest Service rangers searched South Texas and Northern Mexico for Longhorns. They inspected over thirty thousand head of cattle and found only twenty cows, three bulls, and four calves (two bulls and two heifers). Those found did not include any from the six other herds then known to exist. This became the basis for what would eventually be known as the WR (Wildlife Refuge) herd and would become the seventh gene pool. The search continued and a few years later, two more Longhorns were bought from Zunigas Y. Cia of Monterey Mexico for sixteen dollars each. Shipping was more than seven times the value of the animals and one of them later had to be discarded as there were indications of a Jersey cattle bloodline. Strict conservation of the breed was and as is the mandate of the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge and this herd is highly regarded due to its pure and strict Longhorn lineage and distinctive conformation.
Meat Packers wanted “good” beef and not Longhorn beef
(Saturday Evening Post Ad 1927 Authors Collection)
The Turnaround
About 1943 the-refuge herd had increased and the Forest Service began to hold annual sales of surplus animals. The six other herds sold a few of their Longhorns beginning about this time as well. At first, Cowmen purchased them as curiosities, but interest began to grow. New herds began to appear and gained recognition. Two these were the SPEAR-E herd which Elvin Blevins of Wynnewood, Oklahoma started in 1952 (primarily from WR and Yates stock), and the Ox-Yoke T herd bred by Ken Humphrey of Okreek, South Dakota in 1950 (50 percent Niobrara Refuge, 25 percent WR and 25 percent Yates).
In 1964, a small group of cattlemen banded together to preserve the unique heritage of these and started the Texas Longhorn Breeders Association. The mission was to maintain a pure breed registry and to increase the population. Although interest was renewing, there was still danger to the Longhorns. When Milby Butler, one of the breeders, died in 1971, the Longhorns on his ranch were rounded up and sold. Some 80 percent of his cattle were never accounted for said to be sold for slaughter. The remaining 20 percent were scattered among different breeders who had been fortunate to hear that they were for sale. This led to the almost total destruction of one of the last Longhorn gene pools. Today, it is estimated that only 5 percent of existing Longhorn cattle have the Butler Bloodline.
As time passed, interest continued to grow even more and today, every Longhorn carries registration papers similar to those of American Kennel Club show dogs. Most present day Texas Longhorn cattle are descended from those seven families, each of which had its own distinctive attributes. To a Longhorn cowman today, it is vitally important to have an understanding of an animal’s pedigree and the degree to which it has been genetically influenced by one or more of those families. DNA testing is often performed to insure that a bull or cow falls in the acceptable range to be a true Longhorn.
Today, Longhorns are far from the “worthless relics” they once were. Their numbers have grown since the 1920’s to well over three hundred thousand today. Although cattle for the WR refuge were purchased for $16 dollars apiece (about two-hundred twelve dollars in 2015) today, a Longhorn with outstanding genetics can fetch upwards of forty thousand at auction with a record price for a cow of one-hundred seventy thousand dollars.
Longhorns are once again being raised for their “healthier” meat which is often seen in organic grocery stores. Ranchers prize these cattle on their ability to live on marginal pasture land. So, if you happen to see a true Longhorn, you are seeing a real piece of American history that was almost lost. From trash to distinction, not bad for worthless old relics.
Author’s Biography:
Merle Grabhorn is a rancher living in the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. And like many ranchers, has an interest in cattle, horses, and Western History. Like all ranchers, he diversifies so Row Crops such as Wheat or Soybeans are part of the Ranch Economics. Of course he feels, part of Ranching is attending State Fairs and other venues to show cattle or horses, enhancing the value of the herd.
Shown below, Merle with his favorite Paint Horse: “Radified” or “Rad” for short. Rad is a Registered Paint, Registered Pinto, and is an APHA Breeders Trust Horse. In competition and shows, Rad has won over 300 awards, including a number of Grand and Reserve Championships. He has been in Multiple National and World Championship competitions where he has won recognition and awards.
The article by Merle, about the History of Longhorn cattle, is mostly from research– coming from an interest in starting a herd of Longhorns. The herd hasn’t been established….yet. Only the future knows.
June Issue- Week 1
June 2, 2013
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SHAWNEE TRAIL
Come all you young cowboys so young and so hale
And I’ll tell you what happened on the old Shawnee Trail.
Come listen beside me and I’ll tell you the tale.
I got me a job for pretty good pay
Bein’ a wrangler for a rancher, the name of Bob Gray.
Taking ponies to Sedalia for a dollar a day.
We rode out one morning, the cowboys and me
Captain Gray lead us all, on his mare named Marie
My pal rode a paint, the one named Pawnee.
That horse was a killer, but we didn’t know then
How that paint had hurt more than a dozen good men
He would throw a good rider, time and again.
When that rider was down, God it was sad
That horse would go crazy, plum ravin’ mad
He’d stomp on the rider, and kick him real bad
Til the rider was dead and mashed in the ground
That horse wouldn’t stop but just whirl all around
And stomp the poor cowboy, that was there lying down.
That horse was smart; he would wait for his time
He’d be fine for a while and then turn on a dime
He’d spin like a top when commitin’ his crime
And then he’d start bucking, my God what a sight
He’d heave off the ground, goin’ high as a kite
No cowboy could ride him, you couldn’t set tight.
Captain Grey told my pal, “Don’t ride him you see
Just leave that damn paint horse to someone like me.
‘cause I’m gonna shoot him, I damn guarantee.”
Maybe my pal was too foolish and bold
He just didn’t believe in what he’d been told.
He said,” That horse is fine, he jist needs controlled
I am really your man, I aint terror struck
I’ll soon see if this outlaw can buck
If he tries to throw me, he’ll be down on his luck”
And he saddled the paint and with the ponies we rode
My pal seemed to have him, he didn’t explode
He seemed to be calm, like in a church mode.
Well we herded those ponies like they had wings
Until we got south of the town Baxter Springs
Now I seen some sights and some terrible things
But nothing prepared me for the sight I would see
When that damn paint horse started his spree
He spun and jumped higher then a goddamn dog flea
He was bucking and screaming like a mad grizzly bear
That was roused from his sleep and come from his lair
My Pal couldn’t stay on him, he hadn’t a prayer.
He reached for his night latch, to help himself stay
Screwed In the saddle, this wern’t child’s play
That paint was on his hind feet, when the saddle broke ‘way
The latigo busted and my pal hit the ground
And that paint was on him in one single bound
A kicking’ and stompin’ my pal who was downed
There was blood on the saddle and blood on the ground
My pal was a yellin’, a terrible sound
But that damn horse was still on him, he wasn’t unwound
Bob Grey rode up yelling, “get out of the way
Cause this is that Devils Goddamn last day”
He pulled out his pistol, a Colt forty four
And 6 shots went off with a hell of a roar.
That Paint went down, all covered with gore
He won’t kill no riders, not anymore.
But my pal lay dead there right next to that horse
Their blood run together as a matter of course
All in a pool as if from the same source.
In all my life, I seen nothin’ worse.
All we could do was stand there and curse
Our hearts was sad and filled with remorse.
We buried my pal right there on the trail
Wrapped in a blanket, his face was so pale
And over his grave the coyotes would wail
The bones of the Paint still mark the spot
So when you ride by, your horse at a trot
Jist give my pal more than a thought
Some horses are killers, that’s all I can say
And if you find one you best stay away
You may try to ride him but it’ll be your last day
On the trail near that pile of rottin’ horse bone
Listen to the south wind with its sad moan
And think of my pal, lying there all alone.
Merle Grabhorn is a rancher living in the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. Yes, he does own and ride a horse, and yes, he drives a pickup truck down dusty dirt roads. And like all ranchers, he diversifies, growing wheat, soybeans, and milo, along with the hay that the cattle need in the winter.
His family came west by covered wagon in the 1850s and homesteaded. Some of his family drove horses and cattle along the Shawnee Trail. This trail is the South West’s eastern-most, earliest south-north trail. Before the railroads crossed the Mississippi River, Texas cattle were driven east to New Orleans. When the Pacific Railroad terminated in Sedalia, Missouri, cattlemen found it easier to take their cattle north. Using the rails, cattle could then be shipped to slaughter houses in St. Louis and Chicago much quicker than when traveling by ship from New Orleans. Horses could be driven north on the trail and sold to the Army in Sedalia.
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First Choral Sonnet
Now penetrators concentrated stones
Of silver pierce in shafts with sharpened picks,
Mining her guts, as mother Tellus groans,
In rival disembowelment to affix
Themselves. These delvers, axing depths, intent
On access to the earthen entera
Of ore, all rupturing her fundament
In rock, would argentine phenomena
Confirm. In Gaian innards grubbing, down
Toward the inmost domain of bowels they dig.
They’d shiver fundatorial earth, her brown
Intestines breaching where the find is big.
The pithiest sinuosity, fulfilled
With argent marrow, must be mined and milled.
Second Choral Sonnet
Nevadan cavers excavational
Evisceration speed in Davidson,
Where fissured strata, fused with mineral
Profundities, afforded by the ton,
Are struck. As burrowed indentations spread
In deeper ores of pitted danger, so
Interior horrors must be hazarded,
For ground spates shoot into the mines below
Five hundred feet with permeat magnitude
In steam. Thus noxious burrows, nether bound,
With vapid calefaction are imbued,
Where delves are veins with fervid trouble found.
Indented Davidson is disemboweled,
Down where her hollowed viscera unfold.
F. L. Light has written many sonnets and this piece is from his drama Bonanza Mammon Booms, a drama of the Comstock Lode, which is set in Virginia City, Nevada. The protagonist is William Sharon, principal of the Bank of California branch in Virginia City. The Lode was about two thirds silver and one third gold. Virginia City is now a tourist site. Alex Hyde-White, a well-known actor, is producing Mr. Light’s translation of *Oedipus the King* for Audible.com. *Antigone* and *Women of Trachis*, performed by other actors, are now listed there.