Dan's Writings

A Case for the Limping Metaphor

The trip back from a grazing seminar took me right through the center of the Black Hills. Jill was in the seat beside me, but we didn’t talk much.
Dan's Writings

Bluebird Days

My Sibley’s Field Guide to the Blue Bird says that there are three kinds of bluebirds in North America: Eastern, Western, and Mountain. The first bluebird that I remember seeing had to have been an eastern.
Dan's Writings

The Case For Selling Bison Meat

The Great Plains are enormous – about 32 million acres – but they are not limitless.
Dan's Writings

Seven Mile Point

  Almost fifty years ago I was a freshman at Michigan Technological University. I did not go to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for academic reasons – not interested in philosophy, mathematics, or engineering like almost everyone else.
Dan's Writings

Eighteen Years

We are having a wonderful autumn on the Northern Great Plains. The temperature has dipped below freezing only a couple nights and the days have been balmy with light southerly winds.
Dan's Writings

The Tragedy of Phiney Flat

The north end of our ranch is part of a many thousand acre, level piece of ground known as Phiney Flat. By the county soil maps I know that the Flat is a fertile place for this part of the world and, in the places where the native, perennial grass still grows, it does extremely well.
Dan's Writings

One More Afternoon Of Love

There is a tiny adobe cabin nestled in the sand dunes of far eastern New Mexico. No real road leads to it, just two faint tracks among the mesquite, love grass, blue stem, and cholla cactus.
Dan's Writings

Excerpt from Dan's New Book

 It is a memoir about the last ten years of our lives and the life of Wild Idea Buffalo Company. It is peopled with folks that many of you know from your connection to Wild Idea. Here are the first few pages from chapter one.
Dan's Writings

The Meaning of a Name

Many of the fathers in my family have been saddled with the deceptively simple, yet unusual, middle name of Hosler. It was my great grandfather’s last name, and though he blinked out of our scraggly family tree with an awkward Catholic divorce, the name lived on as the middle name of uncles, cousins and nephews. 
1 3 4 5 6 7 9
You have successfully subscribed!
This email has been registered