A SHORT SEASON

A low shot breaks a buck’s front leg, and it changes everything. On how a few inches decided whose deer it was.

aime and I are working up a steep ridge to get closer to a bull tahr Jaime found a few minutes earlier. I look up the ridge and plot a route up what looks to be a reasonable line. “We can make that.” I say. “Right behind you” Jaime replies. Halfway up we stop on a flat section that’s flanked

This morning I re-read a few Journal entries Cole wrote a while back. This was the second or third time I read them. They’re good. Cole is a thoughtful man, two parts poet, two parts philosopher. If you didn’t know him, you’d say he’s a lover, not a fighter. But he’s also tough as nails. Showing up to help you