SHIFTING POSITIONS TO lie flat on my sleeping pad, I attempted to ease my throbbing back. Every muscle in my body ached. Wriggling an arm free from my mummy bag, I reached for my tired retriever, Lincoln, who lay beside me in the small two-person tent. As I ran my hand down his soft fur, he lifted his head from his own sleeping pad, looked at me with weary eyes, and laid his head back down. “I feel ya, Linc,” I thought.
We were camped on a mountain in Colorado with a couple of friends and their bird dogs. Early the previous day, we had left basecamp to begin an epic adventure to hunt above 12,000 feet for ptarmigan. Although the small, white mountain birds are few and far between…