by Bob Speirs
October 19, 2011
I brought my horses home from the summer pasture this morning. It is only seven crooked miles from gate to gate. I’d talked Maggie, my daughter, into riding with me when we took them out, but I didn’t have any takers for the ride back. “Dad, it is sooooo boring. There’re no cows to move [...]
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by Bob Speirs
September 16, 2011
I saw my first prairie elk during the mid eighties. I was hunting for whitetail east of Sturgis and looked down into a hidden pocket of cover. Staring back at me was a five by five bull. I was shocked. Elk back then were mythical animals that only lived in the highest, most inaccessible portions [...]
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