Newley drove us back to the bunkhouse where we met my old friend and Chain Ranch guide Justin White and we repacked the Suburban, still intent on that nap. But Newley had other plans.

“You guys better get on the road if you want to get in an afternoon hunt in Kenton. You got a drive ahead of you.”

Chuck and I looked at each other and our shoulders sagged. It was time to hit the road again, and the only thing that sustained us was the knowledge that we were headed for the last leg of the trip.

With some luck we’ll roost birds this evening and have a Merriam’s gobbler in range tomorrow morning along the cottonwood bottoms of the Cimarron River.

– Andrew McKean