Bernie Kuntz / Outdoors
If you do any kind of big game hunting, whether it be fullbored
BERNIE KUNTZ Outdoors Columnist › For an hour John Thorp drives the backroads of the ranch, his son-inlaw Brent and another young fellow following in Brent’s pickup.
His name was Harold, and he came into my office about 25 years ago and introduced himself as a retired high school superintendent, mid-70s in age, and trying to make up for all the hunting he had missed in his lifetime by having to work in the autumn. Harold must have been 6-foot-3, a lean, handsome man with gray hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He told me he had high blood pressure but otherwise was in good health.
For years I used to happily drive from Bozeman to Jamestown, pick up my Dad, hook up his old 18-foot Lund to my 3/4-ton Dodge diesel, and pull it up to Canada to fish. I'd tow it back down and park it in Jamestown upon my return. Then, since neither of us used the boat in the U.S., I asked the camp owner if he minded if I left it at the lake in Canada. He didn't mind, so that's what I did for several years.
"Anybody who reads this book is bound to realize that I had a real fine time as a kid." — Robert Ruark, The Old Man and The Boy Few people even have heard of him today, but in the 1940s and 1950s Robert Ruark was a famous syndicated columnist who wrote a dozen novels, including "Horn of the Hunter", which arguably, is one of the finest books ever written on African hunting.
The common black bear, Ursus Americanus, is indeed usually black, but particularly in the West, a black bear is as likely to be a number of other colors. I have seen cinnamon-colored bears with brown or black legs, chocolate brown-colored bears, blond bears with dark brown or black legs that looked like huge tarantulas from a distance, and also jet-black bears that one would expect. These were bears from Wyoming, Montana, Alaska, British Columbia, Saskatchewan and Manitoba.
Now that an appeals court has refused a request from The Standing Rock and Cheyenne River Sioux tribes for an “emergency” order that would prevent oil from flowing through the Dakota Access pipeline, it is time to discuss the environmental hypocrisy of this whole situation at Cannon Ball.
“Spring on the plains was a high, old time, Higgins thought after they had climbed out of the valley. Wildflowers starting up. Grass greening. Birds mating. The songs of meadowlarks sounding. Gophers standing like soldiers, then diving into their holes with flirts of their tails. Jack rabbits bounding from bushes, then sitting straight, their ears up. It was the time of new things, of old things born again.” — Fair Land, Fair Land by A.B. Guthrie Another few days and it will officially be here
It must have happened to me two dozen times since I left Alaska 31 years ago — some young guys and I will be talking about hunting, and one of them will say he wants to move to Alaska.