"I'm an old cowboy that's had his day, although I'm Quick and strongBut my hair is thin and turning graySo maybe I've lived too longI have lived my life and improved my chanceRegardless of when or how I've paid my debts and had my danceAnd I'm playing the fiddler nowI've rode a horse ever since my birthAnd there is no use to talkWhenever I have to leave this earthI don't intend to walk So when old Gabriel says to crossOut o'er the great divideI'll saddle up my buckskin horseAnd be prepared to rideThen when he steps up on the mound And gives his horn a tootI'll whirl my old cow horse around And spur him down the chute." - Uncle Ray Kincaid Orin Wayne Harris, 75, passed away on Sunday August 18, 2016 at the Minaret Pack Station above Bass Lake, California. He was born on June 5, 1941 to Malcomb Harris and Ada Gill Harris in Porterville, California. Orin was born in Porterville, California and spent his childhood and teenage years in Strathmore, California and on the Harris Ranch in Hammil Valley. Orin is a 1959 graduate of Bishop Union High School, where he loved to play football and pal around with Mickey Jarvis. He is survived by his 6 children, Patty Harris-Camp, Teresa Harris-Platt, Joe Harris, Jess Harris, Tracy Harris- Topping, and Gene Harris. Orin has eleven grandchildren and seven Great grandchildren. He loved the ranch life of working cows, riding horses, packing mules, chasing after his kids, and seeing the beauty God's country. A memorial service to be scheduled at a later date.