The Daul Ram

I had painted this picture from a Photo I had taken of what once the largest Daul Ram on Turnagain Arm "One Eye" Two years later someone shot him from the road as He was grazing on the cliffs. It is a sad day when thoughless people will take the beauty and mangifiance of a Icon for the horns then to leave the body and his large curls broken from the fall.

As Years Go By

Being able to sit and play on the lawn with 5 young Kits while Mom and Dad watched from different directions making sure I was no threat was a wonderful and life time experience.

As they grew and moved on to their new locations to start families of their own Mom and Dad stayed along with what I called, "My Little Boy Scruffy" After the first year Scuffy's parent both became injured from traps and were not around very often so I became his best friend and Mom.




From morning to night Scufffy was always there. It was always a challenge to keep him from trying to take my catch of the day. More than once I would have to run up from the creek and play Tug of War with him. After I would catch one Silver I would take it up and lay it on the lawn out front my door. The term "Sly as a Fox" So true--
He would wait for the first fish caught watching me from the brush then wait until I walked back down to the creek. He would sneak up and grab it and try to run before I made it back up. It became our game. He always knew he had the left overs!




When the deep snow would come he never went far from home. I would sit on the bench out side my window in the evenings and we would share the night.