And I'll do it again
August 19, 2020
When I was young and full of myself there were a number of things I did that I swore I’d never quit. They were too cool, too unique, too fun.
I couldn’t imagine a spring without horn hunting or a fall without chasing elk. I promised myself I’d drive over the Beartooth Pass every summer, and I’d never miss the Mothers’ Day caddis hatch on the Yellowstone River.
Time has a way of breaking promises, however, and that list of things I’d never quit has dwindled to a scant few. One of them is coming up this weekend. Like I have nearly every year for the past 49, I’m headed into Yell...