wildlife watching

The Last Bugle: An October Week in the Badlands That Made a President

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The bugle came out of the dark at twenty to seven, while I stood in a North Unit turnout with coffee going cold in both hands. It doesn’t sound like an animal, that call. It sounds like a whistle, a scream, and a cello arguing over the same bar of music, rolling up the Little … Read more

Twelve Ounces to the Front Row: The Compact Binoculars That Own September’s Wildlife Show

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The bugle started as a whistle somewhere back in the timber, thin and almost electronic, like a kazoo played through a pipe organ. Then it broke open into a ragged scream that rolled across the sagebrush and hit me square in the chest. I was standing on the shoulder of a gravel road in the … Read more