WINTER STAG FROM THE HIGHCOUNTRY
It’s a race against dusk as I bounce up the riverbed, trying to find the best track and stay on it without rattling my truck to bits
Finally, right on dark, I crack the well-formed track that takes me on the final leg to the hut. No one’s in the hut tonight and there’s not many logbook entries recording animals taken in the last year.
Checking the logbook is one technique for helping to judge how
