Somewhere on the summer range,

Just where, I do not know,

Seven big old Charlais bulls,

Are hiding in the snow

I found one in an alder thicket,

Alone and on the fight,

He crashed of through the underbrush,

I tracked him until twilight.

It’s winter in the mountains,

It’s raining down below,

Cowboy Hell... might be, eternity

Hunting white bulls in the snow!

Mike Puhallo

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