"I Think God Must Be A Cowboy At Heart"

Hello spring time! This past Saturday I joined my roommates and their family for a little horse back riding adventure to Antelope Island.

Antelope Island is a Utah State Park. It is the biggest island in the Great Salt Lake. It is home to a herd of 500 bison, bighorn sheep, antelope, mule deer, coyote, and a bunch of Chukar that have never heard the ring of a shotgun.

There were thirteen of us in all. I took my friend Jessica, who turned out to be pretty good with horses. We had a blast.

I titled this post after a song the late Dan Seals, a country artist, sang. This is the music I grew up listening to when I would go on fishing trips with my Dad. It is titled "God Must Be A Cowboy At Heart".


How about these buffalo?

City Slickers 3!

I grew up on the back of a horse, but I've always considered myself more of a mountain man than a cowboy. I can pack a string of mules, I can gut and quarter an elk and pack it out, I have even trained my fare share of colts.

Some of my first memories are of my Dad and I horse packing into wilderness areas and fishing for brook trout. When I was seventeen I actually worked for an outfitter near Jackson Hole, Wyoming taking people on these wilderness adventures. But when it comes to cows my experience is pretty limited.

At age fifteen I bought two steers at the Weber County Livestock Auction without letting my parents know (that is a story for another day), because I thought to be a true cowboy I needed to have cows. Aside from that, my cow experience is still pretty limited. I can't rope, I can't steer wrestle, and other than eating steak occasionally I don't know much about cows.
That is going to change tomorrow. My buddy Landon and I are heading for the high Utah desert near Price, Utah to help a family friend round up his herd of cattle. We are pretty ecstatic! I'll take some pictures and report on how it goes! "Getty up!"

Mother Chukar

Who said the weather couldn't be too nice? My best friend Landon, our three dogs, and I went on a Saturday afternoon Chukar hunt. The weather was gorgeous, fifty degrees and the ground was moist. We had just one problem absolutely no wind. There were birds everywhere and they held really tight, so tight we had to step within yards to make them fly. We could hear them clucking, but the dogs couldn't pick them up because the air was shockingly calm. This hunt had one point. But two great retrieves.

Lady with a great retrieve.

The valley in the background is where we parked and then we climbed. Luckily I watched the new James Bond friday night. I figured if Bond can run for that long chasing a villain I could definitely climb a mountain chasing those Mother Chukar. They are lucky I only call them Mother Chukars and not something else after that hike.



Five hours of climbing, scrambling, and running we got two Chukars, one each. But hey the weather was gorgeous!