There they are.

The first bunch of pronghorn to be classified this season.

My count as they trotted by this evening?

Eight does, three fawns and one mature buck.

Twelve down. Three thousand-and-some to go. In the next four to five weeks, I will spend 120-160 hours in the pickup, driving back roads and trails. Probably close to four thousand miles, most of them on dirt.

Countin' antelope.

Think of me, "suffering" out here, when next you enter your cubicle in a concrete and asphalt world.