Happy to be hunting again

The campground was nearly empty when we pulled in and by the next after-noon, we had the place to ourselves.

Our camp was set up in the quakies near an old Forest Service horse barn. Except for its green metal roof, the chinked log building with cedar shake ga-bles looked straight out of the 1880s.

I had hiked up the main trail that morning far into the burn with Jem and Ace. We didn’t find a bird. Jem did get stuck behind some downfall and in true hon-ey badger fashion kept trying to jump over the high log in front of him instead of going around. He fell twice before his claws found purchase...