The cowboy apparition I had been watching for several weeks became human flesh one day as I cruised down an old logging road on a dirt bike after a long day of putting trees in the ground. My trusty Honda was by far the best conveyance in and back out of the high elevation forest on the 25 mile two …
In Hat Creek Before Columbus
The year: 1492. The trio of Spanish caravels continued their pitch and roll across the bleak expanse of virgin Atlantic waters. It had been 68 days of blindly sailing west on a featureless sea. Onboard the tiny ships we now call the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria (not the actual names of the ships), …
Back Home Again
It was like Sherwood Forest down there. As far as the eye could see, tall cottonwood trunks stood with rustling leaves above, providing continuous shade over the thick grasses below. An occasional 100 year old and failed homestead log cabin, now rotting into the ground provided the only break in the …
Cats and Cattle
Erik was right. He described the tracks he had seen and hazarded a guess as to their maker. Those tracks were the business card left by a mountain lion, the solitary and fearsome host of the forests and canyons we lived and worked in. The big cat had his eyes on the easy mark of a wayward …
Alderspring’s Organic Odyssey
We hear other natural, or grass fed producers how they don't want or need government inspectors on their farm or ranch and say they don't need them to tell them how to do the "right thing." Standing firm against "big government intervention in small, sustainable agriculture" is the reason they …
Grazers, Grass, and the Great Unknown
The muted crack of a twig woke me from a full body fatigue sleep. Holding my breath, I strained my ears for a clue as to who was stalking in the night. There it was again, this time with breathing. Then, the rhythmic ripping of green pinegrass as whoever it was severed it from roots. I breathed a …
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