|Layover in Kaycee WY|
This dream of mine is of insignificance to the world at large, but it is a dream becoming realized, nonetheless. I find myself sitting in a small house on the Prairies of North Central South Dakota. The homestead the last vestiges of a community long since departed. A dog lies beneath the small table holding the computer, it's head resting peacefully - content - atop my foot. Outside there are 8 more resting quietly after a day of running hills, seeking and pointing and yes, even chasing young and old wild pheasant and Grouse. To be here, experiencing what I read as a youth is beyond my capacity to describe.
|Sharptail Grouse Departing|
Wake up is 4:30 a.m. Coffee is prepped for the road the night before. Dogs are exercised before I pull out for the lease by 5:15 with two horses and 8 dogs currently in tow behind the Cummings Diesel engine drumming steadily down the 3 miles of paved road and 12 miles of dirt to the lease. 6,000 acres of big country. Which piece to work today?
It's getting on in the Evening now, and it's time to prep coffee and give the dogs their last exercise break before bed. 4:30 comes early, but I can't hardly wait to hear that alarm.
|Kona and a South Dakota Sunset|