"It'll be right," Wilson muttered under his breath as he dropped the hood shut on his rental car and turned his back on it. The shiny automobile continued to make the strange whiny whistly noise, even though it wasn't running. Wilson's three-word declaration spoke finality on the noise issue: he …
In Search of Wild Protein
"Have you been elk hunting?" The heavily accented man who spoke to me from across the crystal-clear pool yesterday displayed the telltale signs that he had been hunting for several days. His unshaven and dark complexion face that hung over his tired looking frame further betrayed the ache his body …
Sweet on Sixteen
"Just kill that one," Tom Smithers said. He skillfully and intentionally spat some tobacco juice in the manure dust, just to the right of my feet. "Yep. Just kill 'im. He ain't got a chance, Glenn." His eyes drifted up to the barn rafters, sunlit by holes in the roof as he eyed the contraption …
Passing the Baton at the Change of Seasons
The quiet breeze meandering over Alderspring carries with it the thick fragrance of fall. The dense clouds that formed an opaque sky and sporadically spit rain this morning now stretch into broken ropes of mist that wrapped in and out of the vertical walls of the canyons at the base of the peaks. …
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The Last Pair
This week’s story is from Abigail Kelly, our daughter, about growing up on the first Alderspring Ranch. Abby and her husband Ethan grow our pastured pork that's in the webstore, and Abby is the current herdswoman for all of our home ranch cow calf pairs. The story that follows takes place about 25 …
The Real Cost of Organic
Gwen desired an in-depth tour of the 70 square mile piece of Idaho wilderness to see where our cattle grazed this past summer; she wanted to ensure that it was still 100% certifiable as organic. There are a few old two track gravel roads that journey up and through the rugged mountains and forests …