Beautiful Dean, mind you I now sleep through the sunrises
I do love mountain country. Grew up in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains but now I'm a prairie boy that can enjoy both worlds. As a boy, I could find roosters just a bit north east of here. In fact, my first "wing shot" rooster was taken there (as a boy, I was not adverse to ground sluicing a rooster and missed most anything in the air. Made me really appreciate how my Dad was able to knock everything out of the sky he pulled on. I'm still a 50/50 wing shot with occasional flirtation with greatness 70/30). Dad was also a taxidermist, so I still have my first fair rooster gracing a cement wall in the man cave. When this guy dropped, I couldn't believe it finally had happened for me. I was on my way to moving the addiction up a notch.
Cheers,
Jack