Duh! Just wait until you've ticked-off 3/4 of century though. You might find armchair exploring and vicarious adventuring through reading other's hunt reports and watching wilderness videos much more appealing than they seem today.
I spent Monday night, 27 January, sleeping on the front seat of...
Your posting revives a half-century-old memory, which you might find interesting. It is one that reminds me of what a tedious task it was to produce such physical terrain models back when I was old enough to be drafted but could be arrested for buying a beer.
However, before I describe a...
Can't say that I've been doing particularly well; but, I'm still not planted, roasted, or converted to predator or scavenger scat!
I will shoot you a PM when I can muster the energy.
In the meantime, if you don't mind sending me same with some updates on how you and your buddies have done over...
I have seen some of those routes drawn and labeled on vintage maps, both here on Olympic Peninsula in WA where I am presently living and in the same township as property I own in MT. I never realized that they were officially designated trails marked by the Forest Service. You've provided some...
A sheep hunter, quite likely. Perhaps hundreds of years from now, someone will find a spent 168gr Nosler that I left at similar elevation on the Beartooth plateau :p.
About nine or ten years after the oldest graffiti you saw was deposited on that stock tank, my father and I hiked up a slope near Twin Lakes (near Bridgeport, CA) and through some aspen grove on our route to check out a lightning-stuck snag in the conifers above. Wish I could remember the dates...
Did you drop a digit in that number? An age of 19,000 years would make sense for a Pleistocene era horse in North America.
Or, are you contending that the femur supports theory that Amerindians spread horses across the North American continent long before contact with Europeans...