Thursday Montana


Every morning, I walk. I walk across a makeshift bridge cross Sunday Creek. Chloe dives in and swims the deep three foot crossing.

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Crossing alfalfa fields, past an old abandon house, down to the Little Big Horn River to swim the dog.

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Chloe loves her morning retrieve…

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Chasing pheasant and turkeys on the way home, our morning walk ends petting the horse and finally hot coffee.

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Chloe snuggles up under my old Filson coat – warming up on the buffalo hide.

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