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The Wind River watershed rises just on the east side of the Continental Divide and is a hidden gem for trout fisherman. There are some excellent opportunities for fly fishing on our own private stream and in neighboring lakes and rivers.  The Dubois area gets much less fishing pressure than places like nearby Jackson Hole…

Life is full of surprises. We bought Aspen, a sweet Quarter Horse mare, last summer. In the fall, her belly ballooned, and I was worried she was in foal and about to have a baby. We brought her in, but nothing changed, so we turned her back out. Months passed, she stayed the same, and…

There is a wide variety of wildflowers around Bitterroot Ranch which blossom in glorious profusion in late spring and summer. Many of these plants were used by Native Americans for food or herbal remedies. Some of the roots and leaves were an important source of protein and vitamins. Medical science is discovering today that some…

The high mountain environment of the Bitterroot is beautiful but it is a harsh one to survive year round, leading one of the early inhabitants to remark that, “the only thing you can grow successfully here are jackrabbits!” There was much remodeling in the early years and cabins were either moved in or built to…

Lemon Muffins 1/2 cup butter 1/2 cup sugar 2 eggs, separated 1 cup flour 1 teaspoon soda 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice Grated lemon rind Cream butter and sugar until smooth. Stir in egg yolks and beat until light. Mix flour, baking powder and soda. Add to creamed mixture alternately with lemon juice. Beat egg…

Zeppelin is our easy keeping leopard Appaloosa. In his younger days Zeppelin enjoyed our cross-country course but these days he prefers a more sedate pace The Story of 3 Dot deserves its own page. Bayard tells an interesting tale about Democrat, one of his favorite horses.   Chamois is a long time favorite amongst ranch…

We were in my wilderness hunting camp 10 miles north of our ranch near Yellowstone Park that October morning. At 9,000 ft. above sea level the temperature dropped to around zero just before dawn and it was crackling cold. We had to be off well before first light. The best time for hunting is that…

It was the buffalo that almost got me killed. Goodness knows those athletic, prehistoric beasts chased me and my horse enough times over the years with evil intent, but it wasn’t their horns which came closest to finishing me at the end of the day. The trouble came when, as a last resort, I hired…