When I was young, I used to hunt elk in the River Of No Return wilderness area in Idaho with a real cowboy named Wes Docksteder who lived in a truck camper in the Copper Basin tending cows. We'd ride back into the wilderness and be gone for days hunting. One year, I missed the hunt, and Wes killed a big 7 point bull. When we talked, he described how he'd ridden in the night before, then slipped down a steep slope the next morning, and spotted this guy laying in his bed looking down hill. He shot him right there. The bull never knew he was there. I said, "I'll bet you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and didn't know what to do." And Wes said, "Actually, I'd seen him laying there a million times, and I knew exactly what to do." I think we all have these idyllic places in our minds' eyes where we go a million times before the hunt. This scene looks like one of those places. I've looked at it again and again. I just love it, Scott.
