Our world is fast paced with almost instant communication in most locales, world-wide shopping (Internet) at your fingertips.
The Cariboo-Chilcotin region (long known as cattle country) is home to some of B.C.’s oldest ranches.
We’ve just wound up a scorching, record-breaking July and the first week of August has passed, no let-up in sight.
The Alkali Lake Ranch team successfully defended their title as the Overall Ranch Challenge Champion team at the Williams Lake Stampede.
The weather turned on its heel for Stampede after the rainy days of June and settled right into the dog days of July.
The weather, and the relation ship between the Canadian beef industry-producing sector and its American counterparts continues to be COOL.
Within the coming days city merchants and businesses will be embracing our cowboy-heritage as they gear up in preparation to make hay
Holy Cow! Wow-zers! Were the political pollsters, pundits and experts ever wandering (dazed) far out in someone’s alfalfa field.
The majority of Cariboo ranches are now branding; on large places the regular crew handles the task in successive sessions.
This is the busiest week of April in Willie’s Puddle as we host two annual events.
It’s a cruel, cruel world when you’re (out) on your own.
This week B.C. celebrates the first-ever Cowboy Heritage week.
For many years, I’ve been on-record stating that in spite of February being the shortest calendar-month it feels the longest.
The life and times of many North Americans is legend and not all of them achieved status as heroes or good guys.
Columnist Liz Twan looks toward 2013 hopeful that regrets will not replace dreams
Only five days until Christmas — eeeeeeeeeeeekk! Please, Santa — I need more time!
The more we learn, the less we know, certainly. Recent research has decided that eating red meat can be part of a healthy diet.
With Obama (Democrats) and Romney (Republicans) see-sawing back and forth the beef-story has receded to the back pages.
The sad saga persists, long after anyone involved in the beef industry ever would have predicted.
I have to tell you, none of us saw it coming — we were gob-smacked from behind and knocked face-first to the mat ...
