My near mauling. Every September in Montana, bowhunters are chewed on by grizzlies but never underestimate the other dangers that lurk in the woods.
A call in to 51 yards from 168 yards on a big ol herd bull and a miss. A MISS! Pretty fun though.
My daughter, homecoming royalty and future Marine. I’m on a Montana hill chasing elk and couldn’t be there to walk her down that Texas football field.
In my teens I did a long stint as a sheepherder for my uncle, during those arduous 13 days this was my home on the range.