I went to shoot a bit yesterday afternoon and shortly after I arrived I met the Northwest Archer's range captain (and AOD member) Jeff. We chatted a bit and while we were talking a young bull moose ambled onto the practice range and began to feed on the tops of a large birch that had blown down (left hand side--40 yd & 50 yd targets blocked).
Just one of those "small miracles" that remind me of what a great place I live in. Sharing small talk with a stranger with a common interest while large (semi) wild game feeds in our presence, and on a day that held both snow and sun.
Thank you Lord for bringing me to live in Alaska.