I live in the wild country, high up in the Rocky Mountains. Up where the only sound is the wind rustling through the needles of the pines. The night sky is black and you feel like you can reach out to touch the stars.

We are blessed with elk among the willows along the creek and venison hiding in the scrub oak on the butte. My family lives close by, and we see each other often...it's a blessing. Bigger and stronger predators do not bother us, since we live in a pack with each member watching, and willingly protecting the others. It is an essential for the freedom and survival of our society.

I have seen many summers and winters come and go - seventy some to be exact. My eyes are not as clear as they once were, and my legs no longer can keep pace with those that run fast. My children and grandchildren have taken over this task. I have now retired from the chase; my job is now to call out to those returning from the hunt. There will be much joy and singing each morning when the hunters return. When settled for the night there is much comfort in being together. This is a very good place to be.

Although I do not show myself to many, even to those who visit the high, lonesome country often, I am here watching, waiting, and learning. Once you have heard my call it will be captured in your mind and be a part of your soul forever.