The Mountains Are Calling

The Mountains Are Calling

Calling to a gobbler is a way to try your hand, or mouth, at a bit of magic. I always have to convince myself that the first gobbler I hear in the spring was really a gobbler. It wasn’t a woodpecker hammering on a hickory, or a distant dog barking. It was a turkey....

One Big Bull Elk, No Rifle

One Big Bull Elk, No Rifle

I’m still not sure who was more startled when our trails suddenly crossed, that big bull elk or me. Bear Canyon. Iron Springs. The Beaver Slide. Cañones Creek, Grouse Mesa, Bandit Peak, and the great Poso Valley—all names of places I have come to treasure over the...