Stories


The real heart of a place is in the stories we can tell about it.

If you have a story about your experience in the Pryor Mountains, please
(preferably with a few pictures) send it to us so we can post it here.

Here's what we have so far--



Tracking in the Pryors
Clayton H. McCracken



I do not go into the Pryor Mountains to track ATV's.

Dirt scooped out. Much as an adult would scoop from a sand pile while showing a child how to dig a hole.

Another -- shallow, no more than three inches. Dug no deeper than necessary. The soil only recently excavated has not dried. And another scooped out hole. And still more across this southeast slope above the steep and rugged side of the limestone canyon. A late April day. Phlox, one or two flowers on a cushion. Lomatium cous, biscuitroot, the double-umbelled flowers close to the ground and still green. Only a tint of yellow. The shallow holes not deep enough to reach the biscuitroot's nourishing taproot. Two or three dark green parallel veined leaves now emerging from the still damp pale red soil. Yes, it smells like an onion and the taste is unmistakable. A black bear, moving across this slope yesterday, had with precision and no wasted motion dug a meal of onions.

Further up at another site near the canyon's rim a prickly pear cactus had been gnawed to the ground. Then others, eaten to various heights, came into view. Not a place for porcupines or what ever might chew on a plant protected by sharp spines. Insects? Definitely not. Then it registered that by each ground-leveled cactus was a pile of pellets. The twice-digested plant material crumbled while being measured. The round pellets consistently 8 to 8.5 mm. This is mid range for a mountain cottontail. The pellets of a jackrabbit range 10 to 17 mm.

Rabbits and jackrabbits defecate a few pellets at a time. Never the shotgun evacuation of a deer. To produce these double handfuls of pellets means the animal sat there chewing away at the cactus for a long time. How long does it take to eat an entire prickly pear cactus?

It is difficult to imagine a cottontail eating a prickly pear cactus. A jackrabbit I could accept, but how might one account for the pellets being smaller than the quoted reference? Cactus stems are juicy, full of moisture, that is when the moisture is available along these dry slopes of the Pryors -- winter and early spring. When more moisture relative to fiber is ingested, the scat is softer, can be smaller diameter and upon drying crumbles easily as did these pellets. The more fiber relative to moisture the scat is larger, firmer, and less likely to crumble. That explains how a jackrabbit might produce pellets of smaller diameter than 10 to 17 mm.

A tuft of hair caught in cactus spines provides further clues. The soft fur all gray. The guard hairs, half of them tipped a creamy off-white, the other half tipped jet black. The form, the jackrabbit's resting bed, was tucked deeply underneath the lowest limbs of a juniper.

In mammal identification books the black-tailed jackrabbit is inevitably depicted beside a cactus. I would like to believe our cactus eater was a black-tailed jackrabbit, Lepus californicus -- another Californian escaping to the Rocky Mountain West. Probably not. None of the jackrabbits I have seen high tailing over sagebrush in the Pryors have had a black tail. The Pryor Mountains being at the Montana-Wyoming border, are north of blacktail's reported range.

The intent of the black bear and of the white-tailed jackrabbit are easy to read. More difficult to read is the intent of a man riding on an ATV.

The trail laid down by the tires of the ATV is easy to follow. The treads had pressed down into the clayey soil. Chevrons, designed to splay mud outward thereby preventing the treads from clogging, point opposite the direction traveled. The margins of the impression are steep. Between the chevrons the soil is a sharp ridge. No wind or rain has softened the track. Just as the black bear, the ATV was here yesterday.

I came upon these ATV tracks as I was weaseling a black-sagebrush community -- going whichever way my noise pointed, looking here and there for the emerging buttercups. The ATV had traveled along a partially overgrown two-track. A limber pine growing between the two tracks indicated that the road had not been used for twenty years -- the time it would take for the pine to grow to its present size. A dirt filled depression and rusting pipe told that a rancher once attempted to bring water to his cattle. It was he, driving his pickup across the sagebrush, who created this two-track. The two-track now has no purpose. It cuts across the landscape from one established road to another.

What was the intent of the driver of the ATV as he reopened a healing scar? The tracks give no clue.

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References on jackrabbit scat:
Elbroch, Mark. Mammal Tracks and Signs, 2003, Page 507
Halfpenny, James. Scats and Tracks of the Rocky Mountains, 2001. Pages 16 and 20.
Special thanks to Jim Halfpenny who helped interpret the jackrabbit scat.
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The day the OLE BUZZARD Society was founded

It was a beautiful late summer, early fall week when four friends, senior citizens all, traveled into the Pryor Mountains to commune with nature. They were all looking for the peace and quiet; some would say the spiritual feeling, which only the back country of the mountains can provide.

Looking forward to the good food and adventure with companions, Mike and Howard journeyed up Stockman Trail to select and set-up the campsite. Ron and John were coming the next morning with the horses and the rest of the camp. Having settled into the camp that evening, near upper Bear Canyon on Big Pryor Mountain, they devoured a great camp meal (cooked in black pots and pans, of course), then the story telling began and continued for days.

Each day the weather cooperated and a new adventure was undertaken, some days started a bit later, this they attributed to "age." Different areas were explored each day; finding Native American prayer sites and a defensive battle enclosure was among the highlights. Wonderment about the caves in cliff walls and what they may contain or who had used them as shelter in the past led to much conversation and speculation. The peace, quiet and open space of the Big Pryor Mountain is something to behold, if one overlooks the proliferation of roads!

During the first day of exploring it was noticed that an ole buzzard circled high overhead of Howard and John for the longest time. Much funning was made of this as a sign that they were real old farts! Late that day Howard found and placed in his hat a large buzzard feather, the next day John followed suit with another found, large buzzard feather! And, the buzzard came again the next day and seemed to be again watching Howard and John, which gave Mike and Ron all the ammunition they needed for unending needling of the old farts.

Later, we're sure after a council between the two, they announced that they had founded the "OLE BUZZARD" society and that Howard was the "Grand PU-Pa" and John was the senior and only other charter member! This left Mike and Ron OUT, so they began their search for feathers which they thought might allow them membership. All they could find however were song bird feathers to which they were subjected to unending teasing about the smallness of their wimpy feathers and membership was withheld. After what seemed like days of applying for membership in the new society it was finally agreed that they would be accepted into the society, but only as "Fledgling" non-voting members! An authentic Indian ceremony was held that day and the new "Fledgling" members were inducted into the "OLE BUZZARD" society by the Grand PU-Pa.

What a relief, the four were once again one group that had truly found and experienced the spiritual nature of the Pryor Mountains. You will find no trace that these four were ever there as they took pains to only take pictures, memories, feelings and four feathers, leaving nothing behind, not even the trash of others. The peace, quiet and solitude of Montana's Pryor Mountains have been left for others to experience another day. Yes, spirits willing, the Ole Buzzards will be back!

Submitted by an "OLE BUZZARD"