"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Sunday, May 20, 2012
And above all still hunting: two over- sixty writers, houndsmen with Parkinson's: Dutch Salmon and me, wearing out some younger hunters, with our hounds last February near White Sands...