{"id":20301,"date":"2023-12-13T00:40:13","date_gmt":"2023-12-13T00:40:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=20301"},"modified":"2023-12-11T19:41:48","modified_gmt":"2023-12-11T19:41:48","slug":"the-squeeze-chute","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2023\/12\/13\/the-squeeze-chute\/","title":{"rendered":"THE SQUEEZE CHUTE"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The old squeeze chute sat useless. It was boneyard to the core. It hadn\u2019t seen a cow pushed through for twenty years or more.<\/span><\/p>\n

The squeeze chute served its purpose but was old and obsolete. The boneyard was a junkyard where you\u2019d rob old parts for cheap. <\/span><\/p>\n

The squeeze chute\u2019s iron frame and metal intricate worn gears were fair game for the cutting torch, the worst of all my fears. <\/span><\/p>\n

The squeeze chute was our senior project back when still in school. The class was Ag where I gained confidence, a brand new tool. <\/span><\/p>\n

I called my cousin just to see if he remembered \u2019bout, the squeeze chute that we built with little brains and more of stout. <\/span><\/p>\n

His memory was much better than my 70-year-old brain. He said, \u201cDon\u2019t you remember \u2018bout that night not using chains?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He said, \u201cEach year the Ag teacher would hold a shop-room night. You could work on projects all night long, if your parents thought it right.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

My cousin jogged my memory. It came flooding back to me. I remembered what had happened. It was plain enough to see. <\/span><\/p>\n

We had cut out parts and pieces, not a minute\u2019s time to shirk. But, the shop room was so crowded there was barely room to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

So we started into welding on our homemade cut-out gears. When I soon fell into dizzy and a ringing in my ears. <\/span><\/p>\n

I could hear the teacher yelling, \u201cYou should have used the tie-up chains.\u201d For all I know he might have said, \u201cCats and dogs fall when it rains.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, about that time I noticed I was laying on my back. I soon deduced, with foggy brain, that something weren\u2019t on track. <\/span><\/p>\n

Another student\u2019s twelve-foot pipe broke loose and hit me on the head. It\u2019s good that\u2019s where it hit me. Somewhere else I might be dead. <\/span><\/p>\n

So the other students loaded me in back of someone\u2019s truck. One night in the infirmary would prove my kind of luck. <\/span><\/p>\n

That night was just a setback. A story of our cattle squeeze. And a memory we can laugh about the good times, if you please. <\/span><\/p>\n

So we loaded the old squeeze chute in my Chevy half-ton truck. And with elbow grease and red spray paint, no need to reconstruct. <\/span><\/p>\n

It will always be our project, but for cattle it is moot. More a memory of two boys who built a homemade cow squeeze chute.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The old squeeze chute sat useless. It was boneyard to the core. It hadn\u2019t seen a cow pushed through for twenty years or more. The squeeze chute served its purpose but was old and obsolete. The boneyard was a junkyard where you\u2019d rob old parts for cheap. The squeeze chute\u2019s iron frame and metal intricate […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-20301","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20301"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20301\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20302,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20301\/revisions\/20302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}