I have, etched into memory, retained an image I am sure I will not see again.
Picture yourself seated in a wet fall on a steep slope above an alaskan salmon run river. You are in heavy timber, looking into a river bend and up along a straight run.
To your side a downfallen tree has left a gap in the canopy that allows you to glass up top in the snowfields.
A billy skylines. Below him a snow patch and some bushes. From here into my field of view walks... a damn wolverine.
Crosses the snow patch and angles up top towards the billy.
Could have gone anywhere...
Went straight up to the billy and the billy moved.
Wolverine don't care.
Last edited by Ready; 08/11/14.
