Yes I know it is late (early???) but it seems like my only solace:

(solace: comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness)

For my past few months some of my only solace has been in these wee wee hours of the morning. The pressures from work as well as the social pressures of normal life have subsided; so finally these hours are mine.

As I speak, I am reloading my beloved .475 Linebaugh cases with 400 grain Hornady XTP bullets in front of H-110. These loads will fill my custom five-shot Ruger while I am in search of a mule deer buck and a bull elk later in November.

Tomorrow (today actually)

I will turn my truck due North after picking up my son Joe at the DIA airport and head for Gillette, Wyoming. There I will meet a member from this great website and guide him and his two teenage daughters for antelope on “my beloved ranch” of some previous 27 years.

The weather is changing as I write these words and some snow is in the forecast.

So Be It.

Wyoming! I love her. Always will.

Wish us luck. Or don’t. At any rate, you will hear back later.

Gregg