Training day started at 5:30 AM. At my grandpa's cattle ranch in Wyoming it's easy to beat the sun out of bed; why is it so hard to wake up early when I'm anywhere else? Something about knowing that you might see a moose as you head out to catch a huge brooke trout on the stream behind the house haunts my sleep. Maybe it's because I can hear a goose honk from a mile away even if I'm indoors. The opportunity to experience the unpopulated outdoors has its way of making sleep much less valuable. Knowing that there where eleven sleeping laboradors in a dogpile in the shed next door just added to my insomnia. I couldn't resist pulling out a dozen of my ranch decoys to teach the puppies about their heritage.
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