“I have never seen the Pacific Ocean, the coastline of Texas, or the vastness of Alaska… However, I have walked the same ground of Custer County for half a century. I have tasted the icy water of mountain streams, been chilled by a sudden gust of wind at timberline, smelled the freshness of a spruce forest after a summer shower, and waded waist-deep snow to get to a high country lake in order to catch fish that I would eat before going home. I have slept in an aspen grove, listened to the bugle of elk during the rut, and observed the mating rituals of bighorn sheep.” That is how local author Dick Jones concludes his massively enjoyable collection of stories about the Wet Mountain…
