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Hunting the Flesh and Blood of the Mountain Fall
Walking as quietly as I can through the half-dark dawn of dark timber, I hear a cow elk mew, calling her calf. I freeze. I consider the leap from hunting and gathering to herding and gardening a relatively short one in the trajectory of human…
Sunburnt and saddlesore in the land of shining mountains
My goal is to live as part of the Western landscape, in a way that makes sense in the greater whole, that not only does not degrade it but sustains and restores it. Success is measured in terms of a triple bottom line of…