"The White Death is loose," I said to the girls as I stepped in to our log home from the moonlit night. It was a nightly ritual. We turn Jackie, our seasoned veteran Great Pyrenees dog free from her run most nights. She and Allie Shacker, our young Pyr, have the run of the ranch after dark. They …
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 …
Mysteries in Beef Ranching
It was nearly midnight last night as I descended out of the Salmon River Mountains, leaving Camp 6, or the Iron Mountain Camp behind me. It took most of the afternoon to square away the new camp, only about 5 miles from the last one at Big Hat. I pounded the last tent pegs in the gathering darkness, …