Despite some early wet and heavy ice pack over ridges and all from rains through November and December, it’s been a wide-open warm winter other than a couple January nights of 35 below. The daily winter-feeding routine of today is a far cry of year’s past. It used to involve hand sacking 100-pound gunny sacks of barley cake pellets and manually loading them onto the feeding pickup. Out on the feed grounds, I’d put the pickup “in granny” (low gear) and jump out, turning it loose and crawl on board to dump feed in sorted piles while the pickup crept along in “unremote control.”





