The Hunting Widow: Part 3

Weekend hunting widow: Sunday run.


At Elk Camp

From a few weeks ago—great tree shadows in the wall tent at elk camp.  Spend a few nights sleeping next to a babbling stream, walking through the woods, stoking a wood fire, and eating gourmet camp food and it’s easy to see why these men never come home during hunting season. Now I beg to go, too; this time around, I played camp cook and practiced some Dutch oven cookin’.

I Threw a Party for My Dog

I wasn’t sure we’d see this one, so we celebrated a sweet, long life with a 14th birthday party for the old lion hound. This was the scene at the end of the night after elk steak, treats, bones, howling, and friends. Party hound. (He was veritably hung over the following morning.)