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The Mountain Devil
This is a story I wrote of my series “Growing Up Gunnison” you can find it HERE
The Mountain Devil
It had to be the late 70’s or early 80’s Nix and I got invited up to help scout for elk at one of our rancher friends (who will remain nameless for hopefully obvious reasons) pack in camps.
I think it was late August and we rode in for several hours on horseback. We started right at the ranch and headed into an area I had never been to before.
Good thing we took the dude horses since neither Nix or I were very good with them, but things went nice and smooth.
We got to the camp in early afternoon and our rancher friend’s grandpa was there waiting on us with coffee and beans. We’ll call him Fenster.
Our friend left us in his care and went back down the mountain to the ranch to take care of his usual work load.
Fenster was a crusty old rancher who had spent his entire life on the ranch. “Born in a log cabin and likely die in one too” I remember him saying as we were introduced.
Fenster turned out to be quite the mountain man as well.
He knew the area we were as only someone who had spent their entire lives there could.
