Coyotes and Wild Turkey

Like pitch on the pine, Priest Lake stuck with me, seeped in my soul and lingered in my heart – even after 25 years of absence.

Scratched in the Idaho Panhandle, carved by energy and force, Priest Lake is shouldered by the mighty Selkirk Mountains. Shawled in pines, adorned with sandy shores, islands and bays – the deep emerald water sparkles in sun and moonlight. Continue reading “Coyotes and Wild Turkey”