You know you're out west when your neighbors start talking about sighting wolves and elk. And I'm not talking about "Hey Bob, I saw an elk three years ago when I drove through Yellowstone."
I'm talking about: "George, four elk cows crossed by the barn this morning with a pair of wolves on their tails. If I had my gun…."
That's rights folks – this is Idaho. Not the pansy, city-slicking treasure valley – this is Sweet, Idaho – where critters run wild and wolves are a plenty.
Now, if only I didn't have to walk outside every morning in the dark….