This elk roast marinated for four days. Will and Elka, of Casper, WY know how to put on an authentic feed. Will even made authentic spaetzle. If everyone honored their game like this we would see an renewed interest in hunting and fishing that has less to do with trophy and more to do with community. This was one of the most memorable wild game dinners I've ever had. If I were an elk, I'd want to end up as sauerbraten.
The mallards and gadwalls are pouring into Wyoming this year. It's been a terrific migration. Ducks seem to be doing well. Other birds, not so well. Henry is growing in confidence, as well as size. He's physical and excited to be out there, which to me, is the most important quality in a dog. Now if I could only get him to stay. It's gloomy here, hardly any sunlight, and snow every night. But this is duck weather at its finest.
My newest essay, "The Spell of the Yukon" is in the current issue of Gray's. Most of my friends don't have the 13 bucks required to buy a copy of the journal, so I'll tell you what it's about. This story tells the true tale of Bill Mixer's prolonged adolescence as he travels north above the 60th parallel. In other news, the ducks are here and I'm working with Henry to improve his skills (and mine). He's giant now. I never owned one of those 100 pounders, but I think he's heading that way. Below is me and Mike Bailey with a limit of greenheads.