I'm Your Huckleberry

As stated previously, Rhonda and I went on a recon mission with Felicia to check out the Sawtooth Huckleberry fields.


In the 1930's, an agreement was made on a handshake between the Indians of this region and the U.S. government designating certain areas as Indian only picking. This is about the only agreement the U.S. made that they pretty much kept. Whitey has been creeping in, lately, but all seems well thus far.

As we engtered the fields, we were greeted by a little chipmunk. Doesn't he look tasty?




Huckleberries are proof that the creator Loves us and wants us to be happy!






Outstanding in our fields! ...OK... Out standing in a field. Felicia, Rhonda, and I standing in a huckleberry field.


This is a rather large anthill in the middle of the field. There are lotsa anthills in the berry fields.



Have you ever uploaded a cows ass? I just did...and it was very satisfying. Cattle ranchers get extremely cheap leases from the government to graze their cattle on public lands. I've heard as low as $1 for 99 years. In return, we get envirnomental damage. Not a bad exchange, eh? In Trout Lake, Rhonda and I ate these guys kin. A sort of passive agressive revenge of sorts. Anyway, they were quite tasty.