I just noticed that somewhere around 15 posts ago I passed 2000. 
Tom
Congratulations, and welcome!! 
atta boy Tom!
wait till spring to go for a jacket…
He’s still counting! (Isn’t that cute?) 
Whup… how about this little number for the great outdoors?
and one for Rocky Dog (not that he particularly needs it since he can grow his own)
Yaaaay! You’re catching up! They’re all high-quality posts, too. Stuff with meat on their bones!
This is what 2000 looks like–
Congrats!! 
Luna, that is the coolest. Thanks.
Lambie, thanks for the kind words.
Cowtime, I try to only wear camo when I’m hunting. Rocky’s is sort of built in–we only know where he is by the tail waving above the tall grass.
I’d like to thank the academy…and my parents…and I hope for world peace…
T
Congrats Wyo!
Luna - I don’t remember that scene in Brokeback Mountain.
Who is that guy?
The same guy crawling across that pink sand.
T
That’s because this is the real Wyoming, not the Hollywood version.
T
Yeah, and what’s he gonna do when he goes someplace where you can’t read the notes off the sky?
didn’t see no sheep in the raft…
Perhaps the rafter is post-ovis. We need an expert opinion here.
djm
Nary a sheep in sight. There was a cute girl behind the camera, though. Maybe you guys are thinking of Nebraska or something…
You looked kind of like Heath.
I have a fond memory of Wyoming. Back in March of '78 I was driving by myself from Michigan to Oakland, CA. All the way I kept my eyes open for a hitchhiker because I was getting real tired and wanted company. I got so bored that I started reciting episodes from American history to myself, as if I were telling somebody else.
As I cruised through the late evening along I-80 I saw an arm protruding from the darkness. A hitchhiker! I slammed on my brakes.
The guy who got into my car was about my age, early 20’s, long blonde hair wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Yes, a T-shirt. Here it was, March in the Wyoming mountains and a guy is hitchhiking on I-80 wearing a T-shirt.
As he got into the car I knew that if he were some kind of psycho he wasn’t going to do anything until he thawed.
To make a long story short, we had a great trip. He turned out to be a great guy. We stopped somewhere in Nevada and he asked to borrow a couple of bucks for the slot machines which I obliged and he won $360.00.
He was so grateful that I had picked him up that he bought gas and food the rest of the way and he even took over driving so I could sleep.
After we got to Oakland I introduced him to my friends and he paid for breakfast and a got me a bottle of tequila as a going away gift.
Sadly, I don’t remember his name but I know somewhere he’s there and remembers that fateful night in the Wyoming hills.
That appears to be a one-man raft, dear. There would be no room for an ovis. Dainty though we may appear, we are of considerable heft.
That is some nice-looking grass, though. Very nice.
Hate to burst your bubble, Lamby, but it’s mostly salt cedar. Worthless, nasty stuff.
T
I’ll bet that would curl your hair for you. 
djm