Hey, Baxter B. -- Ben shadowing you long before the 'Internet' and I regard you as equal to many, if not greater than some. Your 'sage' humor is always an alternative to the battle of good vs evil - politics - social conflict - and so much more. Unfortunately, your personal contribution for us has come to an end. We, familiar with your 'Adress to Life' hold you in reverence. R.I.P. Doctor of Veterinarian Medicine.
62 years ago, I plowed, planted cotton, and drove dirt roads to fields in a John Deere 4020! No cab. Just open air seating for appreciating the sun, the wind, Oklahoma's summer weather, the smell of fresh plowed ground, the scent of alfafa hay, and the engine's noise. Yet, that farmer didn't think too highly of my efforts, to match his number of turns in fields he'd spent decades plowing in a Case tractor! I also pulled an engineless Gleanor to cut wheat!
From Brooklyn, New York City Slicker Gentleman born and bred to Las Cruces, New Mexico farm and ranch'in Vet Cowboy Poet, not much on a lighter note he did'nt do. Maybe a lighter anything don't sound to bad these days. One of the good ones, Peace and Happy to ya on the Otherside Baxter, RIP!
While recently stuck in Benson, AZ. I suddenly recalled I thought this was where Baxter lives. Not being able to actually go seen him I figured watching a few of his videos would suffice and I wanted to Thank him for the past 40 plus years of listen to his common sense way of explaining how life is from a cowboys point of view. Though many don't understand what common sense is, he has a acute way of explaining it. THANK YOU BAXTER AND GOD BLESS. from another Ole cowboy.
There’s not many reasons I would want to go back in time, cuz I’m loving being a grandma so much. But watching and listening to him on Johnny Carson Show reruns the other night took me smack dab in the middle of my nostalgic love for what life use to feel like. I long for the days when great men and women spoke words that came from their patriotic, family loving, care for their community American hearts. After watching him on Johnny Carson last week, I grabbed my phone and googled him. Ever since I found out about the passing of this great man, my world feels a bit more empty. There’s a ripple in our country’s matrix and at a time when we need more men like him, not fewer. He was truly a Great Man.
One of my favorite things from my childhood was waiting on my new Quarter Horse Journal to come in the mail!!! I would always go to the back where Baxter would always have a great drawing of the poem he had in there that month, I’d cut them out and I had all kinds of sayings, quotes, and the drawings he had in there stuck all over our barns, tack room, trailer heck I even had em taped in my cowboy hat🤣🤣. I tip my hat to you sir, thank you for all you taught me about cowboy’n
So sorry to hear that you have moved on to another range and riding other trails. I hope you always find hot coffee, a good fire, great company and excellent grub along the new trail you're riding. RIP Doc!!!
I met Baxter in Idaho Falls in 1994. Without a doubt the most humble and down to earth man I ever met. One of a kind. Missed? Yes, that's fair to say. Paul Harvey and Baxter Black both.
@@CastleMr40 I was watching the U.S. Farm report last Saturday morning and they announced it on there so I believe it was about a week or so before the broadcast.
Baxter was a long-time friend of mine. I heard many great stories from my old pard. Big animal veterinarian was his primany game, but storytelling was his soul. RIP Ole Pard. You are dearly missed!
I will miss this cowboy and his insight. I would bet he is sitting up there with Mark Twain sharing stories. I'm not ready to be there yey, but I sure I get a chance to meet them. Thanks Baxter, you have added joy to my life.
Dang it’s been so long since I’ve heard common sense spoke with a true sense of who we are & where we came from that I’d almost forgot who I am. Thanks
the sadness of knowing folks like this will never be again, in this twisted dystopian, woke, future, is just overwhelming. Real entertainment. Real people.
Hey cousin, that's why you should endeavor to talk to everyone you pass, even if with a casual greeting. Coming up to someone and saying, "Hey Cousin. How have you been?" opens up some interesting encounters. Genetically, every human on this planet shares a common grandpa named Noah. So asking this new found cousin about Grandpa's great animal collection wouldn't be off track either.
Whatever warp and weft this man's colloquial cloth was woven from, I sure hope a bit of his fabric can be spliced and sewn into a younger generation of "cowboy poets" (or really, any kind of poets) such that we have a lasting patchwork legacy that reminds us of where we came with pride and honor.
Met him twice. Awesome man. Down to earth. Prime rib dinner in rawlins wy I happened to be sitting right beside him. He said you want my baked potato?? I looked at everyone down the tables and said hell yeah made him laugh.
Hi Bill! Thanks for the compliment to Baxter, but I have to say, he is also a poet...! Here's a good example! Enjoy! :) - Vikki, Secretary RANGE FIRE By Baxter Black Lightning cracked across the sky like veins on the back of your hand. It reached a fiery finger out as if in reprimand And torched a crippled cottonwood that leaned against the sky While grass and sagebrush hunkered down that hellish hot July. The cottonwood exploded! And shot its flaming seeds Like comets into kerosene, igniting all the weeds. The air was thick as dog's breath when the fire's feet hit the ground. It licked its pyrogenic lips and then it looked around. The prairie lay defenseless in the pathway of the beast. It seemed to search the further hills and pointed to the east, Then charged! Like some blind arsonist, some heathen hell on wheels With its felonious companion, the wind, hot on its heels. The varmints ran like lemmings in the shadow of the flame While high above a red tailed hawk flew circles, taking aim. He spied a frazzled prairie dog and banked into a dive But the stoker saw him comin' and fried 'em both alive! It slid across the surface like a molten oil slick. It ran down prey and predator...the quiet and the quick. The killdeer couldn't trick it, it was cinders in a flash. The bones of all who faced it soon lay smoking in the ash. The antelope and cricket, the rattlesnake and bee, The butterfly and badger, the coyote and the flea. It was faster than the rabbit, faster than the fawn, They danced inside the dragon's mouth like puppets...then were gone. It offered up no quarter and burned for seven days. A hundred thousand acres were consumed within the blaze. Brave men came out to kill it, cutting trail after trail But it jumped their puny firebreaks and scattered 'em like quail. It was ugly from a distance and uglier up close So said the men who saw the greasy belly of the ghost. It made'm cry for mama. Melted tracks on D-8 Cats. It sucked the sweat right off of their backs and broke their thermostats. It was hotter than a burning brake, heavy as a train, It was louder than the nightmare screams of Abel's brother, Cain. It was war with nature's fury unleashed upon the land Uncontrollable, enormous, it held the upper hand. The men retrenched repeatedly, continuously bested Then finally on the seventh day, like Genesis, it rested. The black-faced fire fighters stared, unable to believe. They watched the little wisps of smoke, mistrusting their reprieve. They knew they hadn't beaten it. They knew beyond a doubt. Though News Break told it different, they knew it just went out. Must've tired of devastation, grew jaded to the fame. Simply bored to death of holocaust and walked out of the game. You can tell yourself...that's crazy. Fire's not a living thing. It's only chance combustion, there's no malice in the sting. You can go to sleep unworried, knowing man is in control, That these little freaks of nature have no evil in their soul. But rest assured it's out there and the powder's always primed And it will be back, you know it...it's only biding time 'Til the range turns into kindling and the grass turns into thatch And a fallen angel tosses out a solitary match. www.baxterblack.com
i always wonder why people live in arizona, to me its a place id die of thirst or heat stroke, these people just REALLY hate humans or something? i do but not that bad yet lol
I was at the 4th of July Cowboy Poetry show last night in Taylor, Arizona. The tributes for Baxter were heart wrenching. He is well loved.
Dang! Like John Prine, I got here a day late an a dollar short!
Rest in peace pardner.
Hey, Baxter B. -- Ben shadowing you long before the 'Internet' and I regard you as equal to many, if not greater than some. Your 'sage' humor is always an alternative to the battle of good vs evil - politics - social conflict - and so much more. Unfortunately, your personal contribution for us has come to an end. We, familiar with your 'Adress to Life' hold you in reverence. R.I.P. Doctor of Veterinarian Medicine.
62 years ago, I plowed, planted cotton, and drove dirt roads to fields in a John Deere 4020! No cab. Just open air seating for appreciating the sun, the wind, Oklahoma's summer weather, the smell of fresh plowed ground, the scent of alfafa hay, and the engine's noise. Yet, that farmer didn't think too highly of my efforts, to match his number of turns in fields he'd spent decades plowing in a Case tractor! I also pulled an engineless Gleanor to cut wheat!
From Brooklyn, New York City Slicker Gentleman born and bred to Las Cruces, New Mexico farm and ranch'in Vet Cowboy Poet, not much on a lighter note he did'nt do. Maybe a lighter anything don't sound to bad these days. One of the good ones, Peace and Happy to ya on the Otherside Baxter, RIP!
A comic genius! We love Baxter.
While recently stuck in Benson, AZ. I suddenly recalled I thought this was where Baxter lives. Not being able to actually go seen him I figured watching a few of his videos would suffice and I wanted to Thank him for the past 40 plus years of listen to his common sense way of explaining how life is from a cowboys point of view.
Though many don't understand what common sense is, he has a acute way of explaining it. THANK YOU BAXTER AND GOD BLESS. from another Ole cowboy.
Hello Lewis! We printed your comment for Baxter - It put a smile on his face! He said, "Thank you, Lewis and God bless, from this Ole Cowboy!"
RIP cowboy! Loved your poetry & will continue to share it with the younger generation! 💕🤠
There’s not many reasons I would want to go back in time, cuz I’m loving being a grandma so much. But watching and listening to him on Johnny Carson Show reruns the other night took me smack dab in the middle of my nostalgic love for what life use to feel like.
I long for the days when great men and women spoke words that came from their patriotic, family loving, care for their community American hearts.
After watching him on Johnny Carson last week, I grabbed my phone and googled him. Ever since I found out about the passing of this great man, my world feels a bit more empty. There’s a ripple in our country’s matrix and at a time when we need more men like him, not fewer. He was truly a Great Man.
Rest easy baxter loved all you created
You were a super talent
Meet you once in dickinson nd it was a moment i never forget
Loved him on NPR way back in time. "Cowboy, poet ... and former large animal veterinarian"!
May the All Mighty Bless and Keep you Sir.
❤️
RIP Thanks for your words. God bless
One of my favorite things from my childhood was waiting on my new Quarter Horse Journal to come in the mail!!! I would always go to the back where Baxter would always have a great drawing of the poem he had in there that month, I’d cut them out and I had all kinds of sayings, quotes, and the drawings he had in there stuck all over our barns, tack room, trailer heck I even had em taped in my cowboy hat🤣🤣. I tip my hat to you sir, thank you for all you taught me about cowboy’n
I work land on a 40/20 no cab for my uncle when I was 14 and they still use the tractor today
Allways the best 🙏 Yes he is in the history books now and lives on RUclips for ever thank you .🏆🙏🇺🇸🌌
So sorry to hear that you have moved on to another range and riding other trails.
I hope you always find hot coffee, a good fire, great company and excellent grub along the new trail you're riding.
RIP Doc!!!
And a good dog to keep you company
❤️
I met Baxter in Idaho Falls in 1994. Without a doubt the most humble and down to earth man I ever met. One of a kind. Missed? Yes, that's fair to say. Paul Harvey and Baxter Black both.
Rest in peace Baxter Black. You may be gone but you'll never be forgotten!
When did he pass away?
@@CastleMr40 I was watching the U.S. Farm report last Saturday morning and they announced it on there so I believe it was about a week or so before the broadcast.
@@CastleMr40 $
Amen!
❤️
A wife that would stay through New Years Eve ... When ya find her see if she has a friend ...
My dad always had a John Deere tractor. I miss those days; 1940's & 50's.
Those were some of the best years that the US ever had!
Saw him one time in person,he is a man to respect a true American.His passing is a lost to us all
I remember the show in Willcox years ago.
Absolutely fantastic!
Shook his hand at Natl. Western Stock show in Denver. Kind eyed man. Much respect & grateful so much of his work is recorded.
LOVE IT. Wish I could have met him. Remember reading his vet articles, his poems in WESTERN JOURNAL, I believe it was.
RIP Cowboy
poetic & comitic genius!!! .. didn't know he was a musician as well though, more impressed!
Rest in peace cowboy!! I loved your poetry and your stories!!!!
R.I.P. Baxter Black, you are sorely missed, I'm sure St.Peter has a Cowboy Hat Halo, wear it well !!!!!!
Thanks y'all! I can definitely relate.
My Memaw n Pepaw had his n hers spit cans.
Thanks a bunch!
Baxter was a long-time friend of mine. I heard many great stories from my old pard. Big animal veterinarian was his primany game, but storytelling was his soul. RIP Ole Pard. You are dearly missed!
Great story teller and poet very entertaining from Australia
Thanks Neville!
I will miss this cowboy and his insight. I would bet he is sitting up there with Mark Twain sharing stories. I'm not ready to be there yey, but I sure I get a chance to meet them. Thanks Baxter, you have added joy to my life.
Humor of Baxter Black reminds me of Will Rogers.
About 20 years ago while visiting a cousin in Douglas, Wy. I was able see him in person. Very talented man.
Still using my 4020 most everyday!😄
Dang it’s been so long since I’ve heard common sense spoke with a true sense of who we are & where we came from that I’d almost forgot who I am. Thanks
God Bless from Northern Arizona
Sorry that I've never heard of him till I found him on Carson this morning. The man is hilarious in the best way. R.I.P.
RIP, if there is any hope for the great beyond Buster Black is there with his blue eyed dog by his side!
the sadness of knowing folks like this will never be again, in this twisted dystopian, woke, future, is just overwhelming. Real entertainment. Real people.
love his book
He wrote more than one! I had several..
Oh the joy of a 4020
I truly wish I could have met him.
I feel it would have been a great time..
Hey cousin, that's why you should endeavor to talk to everyone you pass, even if with a casual greeting. Coming up to someone and saying, "Hey Cousin. How have you been?" opens up some interesting encounters.
Genetically, every human on this planet shares a common grandpa named Noah. So asking this new found cousin about Grandpa's great animal collection wouldn't be off track either.
Rest in paradise Baxter ❤
Rumor has it, angels In heaven have been heard laughing hysterically these past months. I had no doubt who was responsible.
God bless you, Cowboy.
What a wonderful poet and spokeperson for way of life many envy yet few endure. RiP Mr. Black
THANK GOD FOR FARMERS!!!
GOD BLESS FARMERS!!!!!!
Whatever warp and weft this man's colloquial cloth was woven from, I sure hope a bit of his fabric can be spliced and sewn into a younger generation of "cowboy poets" (or really, any kind of poets) such that we have a lasting patchwork legacy that reminds us of where we came with pride and honor.
Met him twice. Awesome man. Down to earth. Prime rib dinner in rawlins wy I happened to be sitting right beside him. He said you want my baked potato?? I looked at everyone down the tables and said hell yeah made him laugh.
On the edge of common scense. He's great!
my grandfather always owned john Deere tractors.
Awesome! Pure clean performance that brought laughter and a smile.....
Fabulous.
Cowboy...playing a $5K Martin.
It's cool; Baxter earned it...
? really? If it was really worth that much, well deserved, I agree
He actually reminds me of Johhny Carson & this particular story should remind Johhny Carson of his own ex-wife stories
AMAZINGLY FUNNY!!!
I just LOVE HIM😊😊
It doesn't get better than that
He aint no poet hes a dam good story teller who keep me company when i cant sleep at night
Hi Bill! Thanks for the compliment to Baxter, but I have to say, he is also a poet...! Here's a good example! Enjoy! :) - Vikki, Secretary
RANGE FIRE
By Baxter Black
Lightning cracked across the sky like veins on the back of your hand.
It reached a fiery finger out as if in reprimand
And torched a crippled cottonwood that leaned against the sky
While grass and sagebrush hunkered down that hellish hot July.
The cottonwood exploded! And shot its flaming seeds
Like comets into kerosene, igniting all the weeds.
The air was thick as dog's breath when the fire's feet hit the ground.
It licked its pyrogenic lips and then it looked around.
The prairie lay defenseless in the pathway of the beast.
It seemed to search the further hills and pointed to the east,
Then charged! Like some blind arsonist, some heathen hell on wheels
With its felonious companion, the wind, hot on its heels.
The varmints ran like lemmings in the shadow of the flame
While high above a red tailed hawk flew circles, taking aim.
He spied a frazzled prairie dog and banked into a dive
But the stoker saw him comin' and fried 'em both alive!
It slid across the surface like a molten oil slick.
It ran down prey and predator...the quiet and the quick.
The killdeer couldn't trick it, it was cinders in a flash.
The bones of all who faced it soon lay smoking in the ash.
The antelope and cricket, the rattlesnake and bee,
The butterfly and badger, the coyote and the flea.
It was faster than the rabbit, faster than the fawn,
They danced inside the dragon's mouth like puppets...then were gone.
It offered up no quarter and burned for seven days.
A hundred thousand acres were consumed within the blaze.
Brave men came out to kill it, cutting trail after trail
But it jumped their puny firebreaks and scattered 'em like quail.
It was ugly from a distance and uglier up close
So said the men who saw the greasy belly of the ghost.
It made'm cry for mama. Melted tracks on D-8 Cats.
It sucked the sweat right off of their backs and broke their thermostats.
It was hotter than a burning brake, heavy as a train,
It was louder than the nightmare screams of Abel's brother, Cain.
It was war with nature's fury unleashed upon the land
Uncontrollable, enormous, it held the upper hand.
The men retrenched repeatedly, continuously bested
Then finally on the seventh day, like Genesis, it rested.
The black-faced fire fighters stared, unable to believe.
They watched the little wisps of smoke, mistrusting their reprieve.
They knew they hadn't beaten it. They knew beyond a doubt.
Though News Break told it different, they knew it just went out.
Must've tired of devastation, grew jaded to the fame.
Simply bored to death of holocaust and walked out of the game.
You can tell yourself...that's crazy. Fire's not a living thing.
It's only chance combustion, there's no malice in the sting.
You can go to sleep unworried, knowing man is in control,
That these little freaks of nature have no evil in their soul.
But rest assured it's out there and the powder's always primed
And it will be back, you know it...it's only biding time
'Til the range turns into kindling and the grass turns into thatch
And a fallen angel tosses out a solitary match.
www.baxterblack.com
@@therealbaxterblack Beautiful
I really enjoyed listening to him on Prairie Home Companion.
An American classic! Via con Dios Amigo
RIP :-(
Vaya Con Dios
Dude is a fuggin dead wringer for Robin Williams Cowboy Mode... hoooly sheeat... it boggles the mind.
Could it be that Robin Williams was a dead ringer for Baxter?
Quite a guy.
“Bill had Hillary.” Lmao
Hope I get to meet him on the other side❤️
Rip both of you
Legend
John Deere was even in the 420
happy trails old son,
Bill rode anything and everything
I'll say a John Deere D was the tractor that broke this land. Next to the horses.
Arizona must be aging you. The heat around the San Pedro be well.
Tinkering
👍👍🙏
❤😂
How can he sing, talk and eat without a mouth?
ha ha!
Na... Farmall A predated the Deer!
JESSE VENTURA for President.
4010 better
🤟🤟 ,. Glory to Ukraine 🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦. Down with PUTIN and Lukashenko and Denis Pushilin and Kadyrov and Sergey Lavrov.
i always wonder why people live in arizona, to me its a place id die of thirst or heat stroke, these people just REALLY hate humans or something? i do but not that bad yet lol