I'll never recommend using a draft horse as a babysitter, but in a pinch, I guess they'll have to do. It was a leaf-blowing autumn day, and the air was thick with the fragrance of decay back on the first edition of Alderspring Ranch, in Tendoy, Idaho. Snow had already encrusted the peaks of the …
Dogs, Wool, and Wolves
Sometimes an old wool garment can save a life. There's something about real 100% wool that I've always loved. Because it's a natural animal fiber, it often retains a little lanolin with it. Lanolin is the oil of sheep. It's the thing that repels moisture and keeps sheep alive, thriving and happy …
When Crocs Eat Cows
"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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