Keep Away

When the hunter returns with a grouse, he brings a wing for the old hound dog. Found: happy dog hiding in the bedroom with his prize.

The Hunting Widow: Part 1

Tomorrow, archery season opens in Montana and it marks the beginning of what we call the “hunting widow” period. My man is off in the backcountry, where few hunters go, very close to where I took this picture a few weeks ago, waiting for the elk to bugle. I, and the other hand, am eating my favorite dinner with my favorite dog. It wears lonely by October, but for now I can’t complain.