I stand in the backyard before anyone else is awake. It’s just me and the big white dog, Allie. My hands find the thick ruff of her neck, and she likes it. And I have the sense that there is no atmosphere and that there is nothing that stands between the heavens and us. The …
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Big Dogs and Wild Protein
“Put your hands where they can see them…and FREEZE!,” I brusquely commanded the man who stood in the lane in front of our ranch house in the frosty morning air. His fully camouflaged person stopped midstride, and froze, just as our two Great Pyrenees stock guardian dogs …
When Beef Goes Wrong
“Do you guys ever process cull dairy cows from big dairies for beef?” I waited patiently for Amber’s answer. “No, we don’t. We occasionally do a dairy type cow, usually like somebody’s family milk cow that somebody fed out to fat for their own beef consumption, …
The Way of the Wolf
The wolves are back in force. Jerry, a wildlife biologist friend of many years, cut the fresh tracks of a large pack on the snowy deck of the Hat Creek Bridge yesterday. Just hours before he arrived there, they quietly padded over the wooden structure that spanned the …
Ranching and the Whims of Weather
The weather flipped to fall. Snow blanketed the high country over the last few nights, and the aspens and cottonwoods are gilded with gold. The air is thick and clear. I love this time of year. I fired up the wood stove for the first time this year with daughter Emily …