It was the fourth morning on the trail and it was a
rest day for guests, crew, cows and horses.
Breakfast was served around 7:00 instead of 3:00,
and after eating we took guests on scenic ride to
Leaky Mountain. We were riding single file through
the steep, downfall timber at Robinson Crossing when
Marshall, one of the best cow ponies in the string,
stepped on a down tree limb, snapped it and drove
the jagged point deep into his groin. As he lunged
forward, the branch pulled free and a torrent of
blood sprayed across the trail. It was a shocking
sight to those unaccustomed to shocking sights. I
swung off, dropped to my knees and examined the
injury by thrusting my hand into the puncture to the
depth of my forearm. The pressure of the blood
spurting from a lacerated vessel told me this artery
was big enough to have a name and Marshall’s tenure
in the Double Rafter string could be over in
minutes.
I stole a long-sleeve tee shirt from a nearby saddle
and packed it into the wound as tight as I possibly
could before sending Meagan, my oldest daughter,
galloping back to camp for the major medical kit.
With one knee on the ground and the other supporting
my elbow, I pushed the wound pack into Marshall’s
groin with all my strength. Nate, an M.D. and a
guest cowboy from Tennessee, swung off his horse to
help. Dr. Nate was a big man, probably 6 foot 5 and
nearly 300 pounds and when he knelt down and pushed
up he nearly lifted Marshall off the ground. Nate
and I tag teamed the direct pressure until Meagan
galloped back with the medical kit. Her horse was
lathered from fetlock to forelock—so much for his
rest day.
I had dealt with an eerily similar wound years
earlier and found it impossible to ligate a massive
bleeder so deep in the thigh. My previous experience
was in a surgery room with a patient under gas
anesthesia and here I was 12 miles from the nearest
road and balanced on a steep canyon wall. To knock
Marshall down, roll him onto his back and tie off an
artery would make great reality TV, but it would be
unsuccessful and he would certainly die during the
commercial break. Leaving the pack in place, I
sutured the skin over the wadded tee shirt as
tightly as I could. Marshall never flinched. I
administered a dose of anti-inflammatories and
antibiotics and we left Marshall tied to a tree. We
would be riding out of the canyon in the morning and
if Marshall survived the night he could pony behind
the pack string as we made our way back to the
ranch.
Marshall was a favorite of my twelve-year-old
nephew, Trent, and after dinner he saddled up to go
check on his old friend. He tucked a bucket under
his arm so as to give Marshall a drink, and with a
tear in his eye, Trent rode off into the dwindling
daylight. This story has a happy ending as Marshall
lived through the night, walked the 12 miles out of
the Little Horn Canyon and fully recovered. The
moral to my story is this: The first step in a
crisis is to stop the bleeding and this brings me to
my point.
Our republic is hemorrhaging cash. Like a lacerated
branch of the femoral artery, money is spraying
everywhere. Within the last month, America crossed
two historic financial thresholds: First, our
national debt rocketed through 18 trillion dollars
on its journey to infinity and beyond. Second, new
calculations reveal Social Security will be bankrupt
by 2024; 40 years earlier than previous projections.
So what did the ruling class in Congress do? They
symbolically cut another artery by passing a 1.1
trillion dollar budget thereby fully funding the
death nail called Obamacare. Cocktail caucus
Republicans have joined the Democrats and are
bleeding our nation dry. America’s only chance at
surviving lies by applying direct pressure through
hands of the liberty wing of the GOP—the Tea Party.
For 2015, patriots can either resolve to join the
liberty movement, or apathetically stand aside and
watch our beloved America bleed to death. The choice
is yours.
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