Winter firmly laid hold of our high country this week. Yesterday morning, while driving my pickup through Stanley Basin up the Salmon River from us, the ice fog was impenetrable by even my off-road lights. The mercury read 24 below zero at the Stanley Mercantile. It wasn’t quite daylight, and I …
A Thanksgiving Card From Alderspring
It was the weekend before Thanksgiving Day. Winter had already staked claim on the country, but we had to ride. Thirteen-year-old Melanie and I left the woodstove warmth of our cozy kitchen after a breakfast washed down with hot coffee. In the mudroom, we put on silk scarves and oilskin slickers …
When Food Fails Great Minds
I stand in the backyard before anyone else is awake. It’s just me and the big white dog, Allie. My hands find the thick ruff of her neck, and she likes it. And I have the sense that there is no atmosphere and that there is nothing that stands between the heavens and us. The rosaceous dawn …
Big Dogs and Wild Protein
"Put your hands where they can see them, and FREEZE!" I brusquely commanded the man who stood in the lane in front of our ranch house in the frosty morning air. His fully camouflaged person stopped midstride, and froze, just as our two Great Pyrenees stock guardian dogs descended on him, circling …
2016 Inherding SARE Report
Abstract: The summer season of 2016 marked the second year of trialing “Inherding†as a viable way to meet the growing complexities of grazing cattle on public (and private) rangeland. In concept, “Inherding†is quite simple. Rather than managing cattle with a “keeping out†paradigm and …
The Way of the Wolf
​​​ The wolves are back in force. Jerry, a wildlife biologist friend of many years, cut the fresh tracks of a large pack on the snowy deck of the Hat Creek Bridge yesterday. Just hours before he arrived there, they quietly padded over the wooden structure that spanned the frothy cascade of …