Twenty-sixteen was (to put it mildly) a rather rough year for me and those I love, capping a five-year-long
midlife crisis extended epiphany.
Happily, most everything’s right with my world now, but for the gaping hole left by Alaska’s passing.
But I could definitely see a Kangal dog joining our household as well. What better hunting companion for an ultra-long-range specialty-pistol shooter than a breed whose gaze is always focused on the horizon?