Yellowstone National Park. Thermal energy bubbles up at Fountain Paint Pot.
Pre-hunting breakfast at the Corral Bar. The men talk of the liberties and responsibilities of the hunter. These are not trophy hunters; they may take days to stalk one elk.
The Big Country. My first time in Montana and Wyoming and I feel swallowed up by the landscape.
Montana; rolling, uninhibited and expansive country.
My one-ton Ford pick-up truck is dwarfed by the forests of Yellowstone National Park, scorched by the huge fires of 1988.
A bison for the wall at the taxidermist in Outlaw Drive.
The first time I’ve felt comfortable on a horse. Riding a Palomino at the Hargrave Ranch, Montana.
The front office and recent clients (including stuffed author).
Leo and Ellen - our heavenly hosts at the Hargrave Ranch.
‘Wrist and elbow’. All you need to remember when throwing a lasso, according to Ken, my rope coach.
The Magnificent Six bring the cattle back home. Less of a stampede, more like rounding up a creche. But it
was
our first day.
Hemingway’s last home, in Ketchum, Idaho.
The sitting-room at night. With big picture window and stairway to bedroom at right of fireplace.
Tragic history but a magnificent setting. Clouds rise over the Sawtooth Mountains to the north.