(Words and Photos: Paxton Hall) My ears were ringing. The herd of elk, maybe 30 strong, froze stock still. What happened? The cow didn’t drop, nor did any of the others around her. I hand reloaded a second round. I...
At first, the mountainside appeared like any other in this part of Utah. The shades of brown underbrush, clumps of green trees, grey rocky outcroppings all jumbled together. But as our eyes relaxed, the herd came into view. At first,...
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