It's been pouring up north here for days and the Rio Grande tribs are barely trickling. Soils in the hills are finally getting a drink
Also I can't believe that earlier photo of 16A, maybe my November deer tag won't be as dry as I thought!
Well. We lost another, Scott. He was 34 - the heart, soul, and leader of the team. He was a goofball, he drove a lot of people crazy but he was our goofball. I'm annoyed with him because he had clearly been planning it for a while, and I saw him days before and he didn't let me or anyone...