It's hot out West, 90 plus degrees everyday as far as I can see into July and August. I took Henderson to High Hopps Brewery in Windsor, CO for a refreshing IPA. He didn't care for the music, but likes beer of any sort. I attended the OWAA conference in Billings. A bunch of outdoor writers and various conservation-minded activists got together to discuss public land access, outdoor writing, and the stupendously stupid idea of transferring public lands over to the various, hard-up states that may or may not sell your favorite elk hunting spot away to the highest bidder. Even Henderson thinks that's a dumb idea, and he still craps in the house. In other news, my essay on hunting pheasants is out in Gray's bird hunting edition. The folks at Gray's did a great job with the layout and illustrations.
I'm back from Alaska with a load of fish. As always, the fishing there didn't disappoint. My favorite thing was trolling off Montaque for king salmon. The crew kept our lines in the water and our hopes up. It takes a while, but they eventually find the kings. The drive home was long and challenging, especially by myself. I lost two tires on the trip. There was no sigh seeing as I had frozen fish to get home. I made it in record time. Henderson is now living with me. He's a strong puppy with his own unique personality. I'm not getting much sleep though. He's nocturnal. We're working on it.