Clark's Stories

Don't Go Down In There - Part 2

January 30, 2019

See part 1 for the first half of this story . There we were, alone on the mountain, about three miles from camp, it was sundown and a s...

January 25, 2019

It was very seldom, almost never that I told my dad what to do. Part of the reason would be that he was six foot six inches tall and weighe...

January 18, 2019

In our junior year in high school, Jim Brik and I made a pact. We would not settle for a doe, but hold out for a buck. Jim lived at our h...

January 12, 2019

“The shining mountains,” as Lewis and Clark called them. Lewis and Clark were commissioned military officers by the government of the U...

January 01, 2019

Max Robinson, my cow boss, had a certain place on his cow range he called his “thinkin’ spot”. He showed it to me one day when we were r...

December 21, 2018

One of my favorite Christmas memories was at my parent’s cabin for Christmas, years ago in Star Valley, Wyoming. The only way in or out...

December 12, 2018

See part 1 for the first half of this story The second “semi-real” stampede I was in was in Montana on the Lott ranch at Twin Bridges, on a...

December 05, 2018

The cry of “stampede” in the days of the old long trail drives of the 1800’s was a sound and a word that put fear into the heart of every d...

November 29, 2018

I think that most people in modern day America associate “cattle rustling” with the 1800’s and the old cowboy era of the open range. T...

November 08, 2018

It has been my pleasure to eat many meals at several different chuck wagons out here in the West, and I’ve even cooked a few of those mea...

October 30, 2018

See part 1 for the first half of this story I had only been gone from them about five minutes when I spotted a nice three point buck walkin...

October 23, 2018

In Soda Springs, Idaho there is a motel which for me always brings back fond memories of hunting with my dad and my brothers. It’s called...