Column by Hal Walter
Public Lands – November 2005 – Colorado Central Magazine
IT STARTED OUT as a peaceful fall morning. I had the place to myself — a wife- and baby-free zone — and a fresh cup of steaming coffee in hand. I glanced out the window to see a very large porcupine lumber in front of the barn. I’ve seen smaller bear cubs, no lie.
As the porcupine approached a paddock to the side of the barn, one of my burros, Laredo, charged at the spiny beast. The porcupine bolted.