LAMAR RIVER/YELLOWSTONE
As I dug my nails into cutbank, it began to rain I had turned my attention to the artifact in the lightly. Six feet from the top of the bank, almost at cutbank because I was relaxed after a successful river level, a tine was now completely exposed. The start to the day. I had just caught two sipping 18� horn seemed more rock than bone. I wondered how cutts off the bank with a #18 baetis. Not much of a old an elk antler would be that was buried under fly really. A bit of olive dubbing for a body and a seven feet of Hayden Valley mud. The skull was palmered dun hackle tip for a thorax. The fly, partially attached to the horn so this was not a shed although small, had been fairly easy to see since it horn. was silhouetted against the steely blue light in the Suspendisse feugiat mi sed lectus Was it killed by an indian or a bear or maybe a wind slicks. This pale light had reflected the rain aoreet nec interdum pack of pre-reintroduced wolves. After a few squalls that were passing through the valley. The By Trenz Pruca minutes, I had excavated enough of the antler to hatch that I had imitated to catch the cutts was now get a good grip on it. With a grunt, I pulled the horn over, its end signaled by a shaft of sunlight that lit from the bank. It was heavy with five tines, and very up a copse of cottonwoods trees upriver. It was thick. This elk had been a healthy animal and beautiful. Sunlight always makes fall in Yellowstone probably had died before its time. seem almost painfully beautiful. 1