No, I don't know him personally, but I love everything he has to say!
For those of you to whom the word "sheep camp" conjures up a
pastoral, nostalgic, even romantic vision of shepherds watching
over their flocks by night, I suspect you've never spent a night in
one!
Sheep camp, in the real world of shepherding, is the wagon where
you sleep, live and eat. It looks like a small covered wagon, a
round top on a box. There is a built-in-bed with storage
underneath. There is a small stove-heater propane unit and a
drop-down kitchen cabinet behind. A lantern provides light. The
roof could be canvas or sometimes fitted tin. The wagon has four
tires and a tongue and is usually hauled or pulled to the grazing
area.
In its heyday, the mid-1900s, sheep camps were as common and handy
as Airstream motor homes. It was the best years for the sheep
business.
I worked in the ION country (southern Idaho, western Oregon,
northern Nevada) in the '70s near the end of good times for sheep
business. I worked for an outfit that ran 20,000 sheep on the high
desert sagebrush. In the summer, the herd would be divided into
bands of 2,000-3,000.
One man with his sheep camp, dogs and a saddle mule or horse would
watch over his band. He would keep moving them to good forage and
try to protect them from predators. When it was needed, he would
hook up his horse and drag his camp to a new location.
The boss would drive with the supplies, including water, at least
once a week, maybe more. These were self-sufficient, hard-working
immigrants, often Basques from Spain. Over the years I watched the
Basque improve their lot and be replaced by South Americans. In
Wyoming, I have known of white American sheepherders, but that was
uncommon. Suffice it to say the kind of person who is fit to that
life and can do it well, has to be a no-frills kind of
person.
Fast-forward to the sheep business in the United States today. We
import our lamb from Australia, we no longer subsidize the
eco-friendly natural resource wool, and we have posted a mountain
of regulations protecting predators, wildlife, grazing land and the
New Zealand sheepherders.
Now this year the Department of Labor has taken it upon itself to
write an official sheepherder job description and other
requirements, with the object of restricting the hiring of "foreign
shepherds." These regulations assure that hiring foreign workers
won't deprive any of the 14 million unemployed able-bodied
Americans, of a job.
My question is, what able-bodied, evicted, food-stamped,
credit-revoked, receiving-government-checks American standing in
the unemployment line today, is going to apply for an outdoor job
on Blizzard Mountain, Idaho, where you are on call 24 hours a day,
knows how to bed down 1,800 sheep, can identify Halogeton, and
castrate lambs with his (or her) teeth?
Maybe before we pile any more regulations on the overburdened
handful of sheepmen left, the Secretary of Labor should spend a
night on Blizzard Mountain in a sheep camp with a box of matches, a
roll of Downy and a shaker of louse powder. I think she would be
assured there is no real danger of foreign workers depriving our
"nanny state" privileged citizens of proper employment.
Besides any Americans that would make good sheepherders are already
at work on the Great Northern Gas Fields, Iraqi pipelines and
Afghanistan security patrols. Like I said, it takes a no-frills
kind of person. - Baxter Black
