Until sheep season begins, that is. Oh man, I'm already getting anxious about Aug. 10th, and it's only January. Somehow in the dim light of our early evening while driving home, though, it didn't seem that far off. I had to break out some sheep backstrap for dinner while dreaming of crossing scree on windblown ridges. I can't wait - all I have to do now if figure out if I scored a drawing permit or if I'll have to hoof it 20+ miles into a walk-in area off the road. I'll sleep well tonight with visions of white critters in my dreams.