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Thinking Like A Mountain

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, just as the sun was lightening the s...

National Bison Day Keynote

It’s an honor to speak to you here at the National Museum of the Bi...

Basing Decisions On The Unknown

I am imagining a call to the United States Park Service where the p...

Waiting for Summer Rain

Last night, the wind woke me about 12:30. It whipped the cottonwood...

The Strenuous Life

We harvested buffalo just north of the small southwestern North Dak...

The Displaced Bison

Last winter, I wrote a monthly musing that talked about a group of ...

Frog Symphony

I have heard Chorus Frogs every spring for my entire life, but I ne...

April Can Break Your Heart

The month of April always gets me thinking about T.S. Eliot’s poem,...

The Valentine’s Dinner

Jill and I invited three other couples out to the ranch to test Jil...

Bison for the Florida Plains?

Seventy miles off the west coast of south Florida is a tiny cluster...