My pal Jeff Morrow, the Niarada saddle maker whose fiftieth birthday party I performed at this summer, just returned from a bighorn ram hunting trip. The odds of drawing a tag are extremely rare, so he made the most of it by camping and hunting for ten whole days. He sent dozens of pics. In sum: shelter, bedding, alcohol, terrain, brother ram.Click on the top right photo and you'll see my pillow cases are gettin' around!
4 comments:
Bighorn sheep are the guardians of the Mt's, not fun for white trash to shoot!
Wake up
First of all, Jeff's one of the most conscientious people I know. Secondly, the phrase "white trash" is classist.
You and I are in agreement that Bighorn sheep are awesome.
I know Jeff, too. He preserves and eats almost every edible part of what he hunts. He's a hunter in the best sense of the term.
This is my first bolg entry ever. It's exciting in a People magazine sort of way. Well, I guess I always knew I was a lowlife, but always fancied my self as more of a hillbilly than white trash.
I want extend an invite to Mr. First Anonymous to a guided tour of the sheep country. Learn where they spend winter, summer, fall, etc, and see some great country. The sheep are super cool, seem to live in-between noisy places for security, not to mention that they prefer steep and cliffy places. Steaks are included in this offer; that's one reason why I went down there, but mostly to learn sheep habits, and see new country. While I was camping there, a boreal owl visited twice, and saw fresh bear kill (elk), and I saw 6 moons and two clouds on Saturn with a borrowed spotting scope. Well, gotta go club my mate over the head for some fun.
A dios, Cro
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