Organic Beef Matters
News from Alderspring Ranch, with an occasional rant about American agriculture
The sun tired of shining high and bright in the sky, and started its now deliberate descent to the horizon. It was springtime in Idaho, and as was often the case just before dusk, a breeze was picking up, evidenced from the left-drifting trail of dust emanating from the pickup on the road …
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On an exceptional chilly and gloomy late morning of Tuesday, April 16, 1935, Juan, the Portuguese fisherman quietly rowed his 16-foot saltwater dory back through wisps of fog to his home vessel. Home was a two-masted wooden fishing schooner, anchored in nutrient rich waters off Maritime Canada’s …
After parking my truck along the curb on a backstreet in Missoula, Montana, I sit and witness a pilgrimage of sorts. My wife had already left on her own personal journey through the tightly packed serpentine aisles of plants placed into a former front yard on Third Street. Yes, there was still a …
I walk barefoot in the coarse granitic sand and turn back to see what is happening to my footprints. They have vanished, swept away by the incessant waves that pound the beach. I look across the lake. It is a fair-sized lake, 5 to 6 miles long, I think. It is long enough that the horizon is flat, …
I still haven’t got enough of the air. I’ll catch myself taking in deep draughts of it, filling my lungs to capacity, and slowly, reluctantly, guardedly, releasing. With it comes the fragrances of fall pasture; of legume flowers on the big meadows at home; red clover and sainfoin. I tell myself …
In my chest I could feel, rather than hear the pulse of the Helicopter’s rotors as they roared over, slicing through the hot, smoke hazed afternoon air. I was a sitting duck, a lone speck on a huge mountainside. I knew I would likely be spotted from the air. I wrestled the 300 pound motorcycle off …
