Years ago, 44 to be exacty, a much younger Denny and I came to Wyoming on a hunting trip with his good friend Harley. We traveled across the country in a rough riding Ford Bronco, excited to go west and hunt for deer and antelope. As th Bronco was fully loaded with tent, sleeping bags and hunting supplies it was pretty crowded. I sat between the guys, 600 miles traveling and dreaming of what was coming.
