#Hunting idaho

[dfdevelopmentllc]

Exploring the Magnificence of Nature on the Trails While Hiking in Idaho

Idaho, an outdoor lover's paradise, is a hidden treasure in the Pacific Northwest. Hiking is a great way to experience the natural beauty of the state. Idaho has a wide variety of hiking trails suitable for walkers of all skill levels, from majestic mountains to placid lakes. Everybody may find something to enjoy on Idaho's hiking routes, whether they are experienced hikers looking for a difficult summit or casual walkers longing for a picturesque stroll.

Natural Playground: Idaho's Varied Hiking Paths

There's always adventure to be had when hiking in Idaho. Snaking through verdant woods, mountain meadows, and craggy gorges, the state boasts more than 19 million acres of national forest. With almost 700 miles of trails crisscrossing the magnificent Sawtooth Mountains, the Sawtooth National Recreation Area is known as a hiker's paradise. To reach the stunning alpine lake that reflects the craggy peaks, hikers can embark on the well-known Sawtooth Lake Trail, which winds through woodlands fragrant with pine.

Seeking a legendary trip, the Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness is calling. With the Middle Fork of the Salmon River Trail, it is well-known for its size and offers a strenuous but worthwhile trip. Enduring views of a variety of fauna, including spectacular bald eagles soarng above the canyon walls and elusive mountain goats, the trail leads through immaculate nature. An opportunity to commune with nature, escape the busyness of everyday life, and experience the wild beauty that Idaho abundantly provides, hiking is more than just a physical exercise when done in the state.

Idaho Motorcycling: An Exciting Substance

Motorsports in Idaho offer an alternative for those seeking action, while hiking captures the serenity of Idaho's countryside. With options for off-roading, dirt riding, and snowmobiling, the state's mountainous landscape is a motorsports enthusiast's playground. For those who enjoy off-roading, the 10,000+ acre St. Anthony Sand Dunes are a sacred place. Visitors can enjoy an amazing and thrilling experience here as they explore large expanses of golden sand dunes.

Idaho allows motorcyclists to go off-road. A winter's passion, snowmobiling aficionados swarm the state's blanketed landscapes. A winter wonderland emerges in the Island Park area, which is encircled by the majestic Rockies. Long, well-maintained routes offer a thrilling experience for snowmobilers of all skill levels among a peaceful, snow-covered environment.

In front of snow-capped peaks, the Sawtooth National Recreation Area offers snowmobile options for people looking for a combination of stunning views and high excitement. Drive fans have the opportunity to experience the natural beauty of Idaho in a way that combines the excitement of high-speed adventures with the tranquility of hiking thanks to the state's diverse motorsports sector, which is as varied as its topography.

Idaho Hunting Licenses: Protecting Wildlife and Customs

Hunting aficionados also find refuge in Idaho's immense wilderness, in addition to hikers and motorsport enthusiasts. Numerous game animals, such as deer, elk, and upland birds, are part of the state's great biodiversity. The Idaho Department of Fish and Game operates a hunting access permit system in order to support sustainable hunting practice and the preservation of animal populations.

These licenses are essential for controlling and protecting Idaho's wildlife and are frequently needed to enter specific regions. Assuring the long-term viability of the state's ecosystems and preventing overharvesting, they assist in controlling the number of hunters in particular areas. Hunting licenses in Idaho allow hunters to explore a variety of landscapes and provide an opportunity for ethical and sustainable hunting, whether it is the rocky mountains of the Bitterroot Range or the rolling hills of the Palouse region.

Idaho's hunting access permit system mirrors the state's dedication to striking a balance between the needs of protecting the natural heritage and the interests of hunters, as the state values both tradition and conservation. Using this method helps to maintain Idaho's wildlife populations while preserving the excitement of hunting for future generations.

An intricate network of paths, each providing a distinctive experience, allows Idaho to reveal its treasures. The varied terrain of Idaho is vividly depicted by hiking, motorcycling, and hunting. Adventurers seeking to discover the state's splendor in various ways are drawn to its rough mountains and expansive sand dunes. Therefore, Idaho's trails provide something for everyone, whether you're hunting in a secret location, scaling mountain summits, or firing up an off-road vehicle. There's no denying that Idaho's trails are enchanting, drawing travelers to explore the breathtaking vistas that appear around every corner, whether the sun is setting over the Sawtooth Mountains or the snow is covering the St. Anthony Sand Dunes.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

The Cishet 1990s American Father-Son Movie, Good Omens triggered.

For those who are confused, @howmanyholesinswisscheese made a heartbreaking Good Omens post. Read it and weep.

The reblogs however degenerated into a Cishet Father-Son saga, since you maggots are all my adoptive parents. Here is a more polished version of my latest contribution to the hellsite.

[Opening credits play over highly saturated, sundrenched midwest farmland. Bob Dylan's Sara plays and the title appears as the camera slows to a halt in front of a sprawling house.]

[TITLE: Farewell, Iowa, We'll Meet Again, a Gus Van Sant film]

Art 'Greeny' Matthews, a man who does an honest day's work in the farm and is pretty darn proud of it, wanders through his house. His wife Darlene just left him (hence the opening song), and he is faced with the prospect of raising his only son, a ten year old lad Asmond 'Mond' Matthews, on his own.

Greeny takes Mond along with him as he works in the farm on holidays, riding in the tractor. Mond cries about Darlene, who didn't even leave a note, the hussy, and Greeny comforts him as much as he can. "It'll be alright, son," Greeny says on Mond's eleventh birthday, as they sit in the stable with a badly made cake on the wobbly stool. "Just you and me, eh? Not bad!"

"I hate chocolate," Mond whispers miserably, and the birthday party ends in more tears.

When Mond is thirteen, he starts to grow more closed with his emotions, just helping his dad around the farm. They're making a huge profit, and Greeny has business deals and free time, and makes an effort to bring Mond along to golf games and such. Mond is being bullied in school for being caught writing poetry, but he refuses to tell his dad why he comes home with a black eye every other week.

"I'm always here if you want to talk over a game of catch, son," Greeny tries one day. "No thanks, dad," Mond says, and wanders away into the stable. At fourteen, Greeny tries to bring him on fishing trips to discuss his feelings, as they used to do back when Darlene lived with them. Mond swallows, but shakes his head.

Finally, Mond can't keep it from him anymore, and when Greeny finds out, he goes into a rare fit of temper. "Just like your mother, boy!" he says, hand rattling his mug of ale. "A wanderer and a careless fool, that's what you'll turn out to be! There ain't no place in this world for people livin' in their heads."

Mond doesn't write poetry anymore.

As Mond grows, though, he helps out more with the farm, and they bond over hopes for future profit, and joking about golf, which they both find pretentious. "C'mon, champ, let's go play golf," Greeny says while they watch suited businessmen make their way to the house, out of place amidst the yellow-green farmland. "What's your favourite golf club?"

"That a literal club, or the thing they whack the ball with, dad?" Mond responds, and Greeny chortles. "I taught you better than that, son."

He has high hopes for Mond, he will take over the farm. Greeny is growing weary of his duties, he married late and had Mond even later.

[Montages of sunlight days ensue, intercut with shots of Mond, who always has a melancholic air about him. His mother was a dancer, and that rebellious spirit, so long dormant, is beginning to stir as he enters his twenties.]

On his twenty-first birthday, Greeny has baked him a cake, not chocolate. Mond barely sees it. His father doesn't know him. Not really. Not at all. When Greeny says he is handing over the farm to him, and starts to give him instructions about the responsibilities, Mond has had it.

He picks up the rucksack he's been storing by the umbrella stand for weeks, and shoulders it as Greeny pauses mid-lecture. "I'm sorry, dad," Mond says. "I'm going away to be my own man. This was your dream. Not mine."

Greeny is too frozen to stop him.

[Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan plays with another montage]

Mond travels the States, far from home and Iowa, and after a year of struggle finally publishes his first anthology of poetry. Hoping to make his dad proud, he sends a letter home asking if it imperative he return, since he's too ashamed to say he wants to. The reply is a brief but polite no from the housekeeper, saying his father wishes him well but does not require that he return. Assuming Greeny wants nothing to do with him, Mond stays away, bitter and homesick.

He is called home a few months later, and when he arrives, he is met not with Greeny, but with the housemaids and farmhands in black, and the housekeeper teary-eyed as she guides him to the back garden and a lonely gravestone. Greeny, heartbroken by his son leaving the same way Darlene his wife did all those years ago, declined in health, but he kept up the farm till the end, all ready for Mond should he want it after all, and for the head farmer if he didn't.

Mond, still carrying his book hoping to have shown his dad at last, stares in shock at the gravestone. He thinks even at the end Greeny did not know him, thought he would want the farm. Until he reads the inscription. Art 'Greeny' Matthews, friend to all, loyal husband, and most of all, proud father of a poet.

His father knew, Mond realised. His father knew what he'd been doing.

"Are ya proud, dad?" Mond whispers, dropping the book and kneeling down before the stone. "Are ya proud? It was all for you."

[The camera pulls back to show the farmland, scattered with people in black going about their work because business stops for no one, and a solitary figure by the gravestone. Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind plays as the end credits roll.]

"How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?"

The end.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese The challenge has been issued.

[lexxieheart]

What are you doing?

Elephant, Gus Van Sant, 2003

[rose-bookblood]

I need to know: do other countries have beef with their neighbors? Because us Italians hate the French with a passion, so I'm wondering if we're the only weird ones.

Please tell me and, if the answer is yes, specify which country.

[plethoraworldatlas]

More than 30 wildlife conservation groups today urged the U.S. Forest Service to prohibit Idaho from paying private contractors to shoot wolves from aircraft in national forests in central and southeastern Idaho. The Idaho Wolf Depredation Control Board recently approved the controversial predator control measure.

Specifically, today’s letter asked the Forest Service to grant a 2023 petition from the Center for Biological Diversity. The petition explained that gunning down wolves from helicopters risks harm to other wildlife like grizzly bears and Canada lynx, as well as public safety and wilderness values.

If the Forest Service fails to promptly grant the petition, the groups may consider legal action in federal court.

“Recreationists should not have to worry about their safety while enjoying our public lands,” said Christine Gertschen, co-director of the Conservation Connection Foundation.

“Aerial gunning is dangerous for all concerned, especially for our native wildlife.”

The Idaho Wolf Depredation Control Board is funded primarily by tax dollars. The proposals approved for funding could allow aerial gunning across much of Idaho, including lands in the Caribou-Targhee National Forest, Boise National Forest, Salmon-Challis National Forest, Sawtooth National Forest and Payette National Forest.

“Aerial gunning prioritizes wolf killings over the health and safety of our shared forests,” said Sasha Truax, presidents of Teens Restoring Earth’s Environment. “It is a twisted abuse of public funding and its continuance exposes the brutality of wolf management on public lands. It must be stopped.”

[lunearobservatory]

You know what? I'm gonna say it. I'm vouching for Montana to join the huge honkers club.

[mediocreinternetuser]

okay so i know i’ve not got like any followers but regardless here’s a list of my favourite movies

1. good will hunting (dir. gus van sant)

2. my own private idaho (dir. gus van sant)

3. dead poets society (dir. peter weir)

4. girl, interrupted (dir. james mangold)

5. one flew over the cuckoo’s nest (dir. miloš forman)

[ker-bee]

Looking for rockchucks, prime sniper spot.

[jimgandolfini]

struggling so bad as a lover of a side character

there’s not one episode of suck session I can put on that features frank a significant amount/majority of the time let alone is centered around frank

I’m not prepared to rewatch season 4 yet (which had the most frank of any season) or rewatch the show (again) at all rn like I just want to see some Frank Vernon yall that’s it!!

must I do the work of stringing together screen recordings of his little periodical scenes??? must I patch it all together to make a meal out of mere crumbs??!!

must I be condemned to suffer forever? 😔😔

[countryboys45-70]

Egale rock, Idaho

[6eachfuneral]

every time my family starts talking about environmental stuff i steer the direction towards animals very subtly then turn it into an anti wolf hunting message. always followed with DON'T SILENCE THE HOWL FOREVER!!!!!

[angelx1992]

[largemouthbassnation]

Idaho Hell’s Canyon Upland Birds (Classic 2012)

Bill Sherck climbs North America’s deepest canyon, Hell’s Canyon, in search of Ringneck Pheasants, European Gray Partridge, … source

[shxlbyray]

Cutest boy at the marsh🥰

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Tequila

Summary: Tequila has a lot to answer for when Y/N wakes up naked in Dean’s bed, but once the shock wears off, she realises that maybe it’s not such a bad thing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smut, angst, fluff, feelings, friends to lovers

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Another December Drabble for you all to enjoy!

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The sun streams through the motel’s threadbare curtains, rudely awakening you from a deep, drunken sleep. Your head is pounding, and there’s a ringing in your ears that comes with the vague memory of the loud music playing at the bar last night.

It’d been a hard hunt to stomach: Lamia, a child-eating demon, had decided to take up residence in Grangeville, Idaho, and once you’d blasted her ass back to hell, you and Dean really, really needed to let off a lot of steam.

Luckily, there was a dive bar next door to the motel, so neither of you had to stay sober enough to drive home, and you’d both been well and truly shit-faced. You’d hustled a small fortune playing pool; he’d sung karaoke, and there were tequila shots… lots and lots of tequila shots.

A snore from behind you made you freeze. It sounded like Dean, but that couldn’t be right. Why would you and Dean be in the same bed? Whoever it was rolled over and slid their arm over your waist, pulling you into their body. You could feel something hard poke the back of your thigh… at least he’s packing, you thought before the mystery man spoke.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Suddenly, the whole night’s events come flooding back to you at once.

One tequila shot turned into two. Two turned to four. Four turned to six, and before you knew it, you were stumbling through the door to Dean’s room, lips attached to his, nails raking through his hair and over his scalp and neck, tongues dancing a passionate tango while your clothes flew in every direction.

Dean made love to you so deliciously good. He was sweet and gentle at times. Rough and hard when you needed it. In all the years you’d known him, this was the first time you’d ended up in his bed, yet he knew your body better than you did. 

The green-eyed hunter had known how to pleasure you better than anyone had before him. Touching places no one had ever touched before. Taking you higher than you’d ever been, making you scream his name so loud the occupant next door had banged the wall.

It’s overwhelming, and you can feel last night’s alcohol swirl dangerously in your stomach, threatening to make an appearance. You lifted the covers and glanced down. Yep, definitely naked.

Pulling the sheet tighter to your body, you cautiously turn around, your worst fear confirmed as Dean’s twinkling green orbs and cocky smirk greet you.

“Well, this changes things!” he grins, and you can’t decide if you want to punch his painfully beautiful face or kiss him.

“Oh, God!” you gasp, covering your face with your hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“Y/N?” Dean asks, concern evident in his voice. “You okay?”

“I can’t believe I did you—I mean that. I can’t believe I did that,” you mumble.

“Come on, don’t be like that! We had a great time. I got you off six times, sweetheart! That’s a personal record for me!”

Dean’s words are meant to be comforting, but they do the opposite and only embarrass you more. The urge to kiss him is gone, leaving you wanting to punch his painfully beautiful, smug face.

“Seriously, Y/N, are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way? Did you not want that to happen? Because I gotta say, you were all over me at the bar, and I get that we had a lot of tequila and were drunk, but I thought you wanted me, too?”

Now that Dean had put his cocky persona aside and the real Dean was in the room, you’d changed your mind again and wanted to kiss him.

“No, Dean. I wanted it to happen. I have for an embarrassingly long time. What I don’t want is to be just another notch on your bedpost. It’s why I’ve never given in to your very persuasive charms over the years. Because I want to be more than just one night to you. And I know that’s not what you want—”

“Woah, Y/N, slow down!” Dean shot up on the bed and turned you to face him. “Did you not hear me when I said this changes things? Do you honestly think I’d risk what we have for one night? I’ve wanted you since the day we met, and last night was the first time since we met that you’ve shown any interest in me. And sweetheart, I haven’t been shy in pulling out my best moves for you.” His words and body language are so expressive and genuine, and you know he’s not feeding you a line. He likes you and he’s wanted you for a long time. All of his flirting and come-ons were real.

“And I thought ‘this is it. I finally get to call her my girl’. Maybe I shouldn’t have followed through with it when we were drunk, but I don’t regret taking my chance with you. Please tell me you don’t regret what happened.” Dean cups your cheeks to keep your gaze on his. The pain crossing his features breaks your heart. You want to tell him you feel the same way, but it’s risky.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much from last night, just bits and pieces, but I know enough to know that if that happened, I wanted it to happen,” you say, trying to ignore the look of Dean’s disappointment at your lack of memory from the night before.

“Do you really want me?” you ask, terrified this was a tequila-induced dream.

“Since the day I met you. And if you’re interested, I’d like to see where we’d go. Together. As a couple.” For once, Dean looks incredibly shy and vulnerable, making your heart swell.

“I’d like that too, De,” you smile, giggling when he grins boyishly.

“Yeah?” he checks, and you nod.

“Yeah,” you confirm.

“Then, I think you should lay back and let me refresh your memory of last night,” Dean grins as he gently pushes you back down on the mattress and pulls your legs apart.

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