Reprinted for Houston Safari Club Hunter's Horn; Fall 2020 - Actually, it’s as good a place as any for a private rodeo,
on a lonesome yellow road snaking across the velvety, gray-green Wyoming prairie, with neither tree nor fence between the vast horizons. I’m at home in the saddle and don’t mind riding a snuffy horse, but on this particular October morning I’ve got other things on my mind.
Reprinted for Houston Safari Club Hunter's Horn; Fall 2020 - Actually, it’s as good a place as any for a private rodeo, on a lonesome yellow road snaking across the velvety, gray-green Wyoming prairie, with neither tree nor fence between the vast horizons. I’m at home in the saddle and don’t mind riding a snuffy horse, but on this particular October morning I’ve got other things on my mind.
Originally Published December 1st, 1976 in Gray's Sporting Journal