Saddle Sore
I’ve never read a book penned by Louis L’Amour¸ which some might find unusual, but in my saved list of outside quotes that may someday become usable comes the following, “Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.” That’s what I’m talking about.
It was opening day of elk season in 1960 or ’61 and we were taking a group of men up the mountain horseback behind the ranch to spend a few days trying their luck. As we rode along in that early morning half-light between darkness and light, we could see across the valley to the Elk Mountains, Mt. Daly, and the rest, their tops illuminated by the sun, just coming over the horizon high above us on our uphill, northern side. As we stopped to rest the horses, one of the men exclaimed something to the effect of, ”Look at that, will you, have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?”