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<title>Daily Cartoon: Tuesday, January 31, 2023 | Cowboy State Daily</title>

Daily Cartoon: Tuesday, January 31, 2023

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Greg Johnson

Crime & Courts

Public Safety

CHEYENNE — The fire was so intense, Paul and Alexandra Trujillo said it felt like they were standing in front of a blazing campfire.

They were instead in Paul’s truck on Del Range Boulevard just behind Sam’s Club in north Cheyenne watching from the road as a huge apartment complex under construction burned Tuesday afternoon.

In the next 15-20 minutes, Paul and his daughter were mesmerized by the intensity and ferocity of a fire that consumed the building, a garage next to it and sparked a grass fire.

“We literally watched it from the beginning,” Paul told Cowboy State Daily. “It was 15-20 minutes from start to collapse. It spread to the garage in between the two buildings, and it also started a grass fire.

[{"type":"text","text":"“That whole area, just stay away.”"}]

Paul said the in-progress apartment building is in the Ridgeview Apartments located at 2025 E. Carlson St. just off Converse Avenue between Sam’s Club to the south and Storey Boulevard to the north.

While he saw a window open from the inside in the apartment building next to the one that burned, Paul wasn’t sure if it was finished and occupied yet.

What he was sure about is that the fire burned incredibly fast and incredibly hot.

“Oh my gosh, we were back by Sam’s Club and you could feel the heat like you were standing in front of a campfire,” he said.

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“I was worried, because there are two sets of apartments there that they’re building,” Paul added. “We did see a window open, and when you see a window opening and that fire’s going on, I was worried somebody might be in there.”

He didn’t see anyone come out, “But we did hear some explosions coming from the building,” Paul said. “And the first thing we saw was the (construction) crews running around with their yellow vests on.”

Paul said he and Alexandra watched as firefighting crews started to arrive and search for fire hydrants to hook up to. But from what he saw, he didn’t observe any hydrants and watched as they fought with water from a ladder truck and a couple of pumper trucks.

Because the fire had spread so quickly throughout the unfinished building, it appeared firefighters were concentrating on nearby structures to keep the fire from spreading, Paul said.

“They were just trying to keep the fire from spreading, because that building was a total loss,” he said. “They were putting water on the other unit, and the garage, but the garage burned anyway.

[{"type":"text","text":"“I couldn’t believe how fast it spread.”"}]

Along with a heavy response from Cheyenne Fire Rescue and other agencies, the Tuesday afternoon fire also wreaked havoc with traffic in Wyoming’s capital city.

Cheyenne police and Laramie County Sheriff’s Office deputies directed traffic away from the area of the fire response, which also is one of the busiest sections of the city. That caused massive traffic backups around the Frontier Mall south to Pershing Boulevard.

“Road closures are in place … please avoid the area while crews work to contain the fire,” the Cheyenne Police Department in advised a statement about the response. The agency later added that the roads had reopened.

The firefighting effort was still ongoing at the time this story was published.

This is a developing story and will be updated as more information is available.

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<title>"Total Loss": Witness Says Fire Ripped Through Cheyenne Apartment Building In Minutes | Cowboy State Daily</title>

A fire tore through an under-construction apartment in north Cheyenne on Tuesday, burning so hot and intense it was “a total loss” in minutes, a witness said. “You could feel the heat like you were standing in front of a campfire,” he said.

"Total Loss": Witness Says Fire Ripped Through Cheyenne Apartment Building In Minutes

Leah Veress

Outdoors

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I burrowed my head deeper into my sleeping bag against the cold, feigning sleep. Outside my synthetic-filled cocoon, my tentmate was shuffling around, unzipping her sleeping bag.

In the distance, a creek was roaring, and horses were whinnying, and dull bells were ringing.

“You put the bells on the mares,” Matt, a contractor who grew up locally, explained to me the previous day. “They’re the trouble makers. If they get out, the rest will follow.”

[{"type":"text","text":"Like a queen bee, I had thought."}]

Suddenly, I was fully awake. Shit, the horses got out! Deep in the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness, dozens of miles from the nearest road, two days into a five-day trip, the horses and mules were our only way to pack out our camp.

I threw open my sleeping bag, pulled on my jeans, grabbed my headlamp and bear spray, and crawled out of the tent.

Despite the darkness, camp was alive with motion. Tent doors flew open, riding clothes were thrown over sleepwear, and saddles were slung on the remaining horses. I clicked my headlamp to the highest setting, blinking hard to adjust my eyes to the low light and shake the sleep from my mind.

Two horses and two mules came into view, tethered to trees by their lead ropes. That left eight animals missing. Lights scanned like spotlights as horses whinnied and the mules brayed, casting an eerie, wail-like sound into the darkness.

As Matt and Antonio, a seasonal outdoors worker, mounted their horses to track the escaped equestrians, the outfitter turned to me.

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Two days earlier, our posse of five mules, seven horses, an outfitter, two contractors, a nurse, an outdoorsman, and a reporter embarked on an extended weekend pack trip.

New to horseback riding, having taken a multi-year hiatus from the backcountry, and largely unfamiliar with my companions, I was immediately overwhelmed with a deep appreciation for their company, keen to learn as much as I could.

Most members of the group had worked for the outfitter at one point, spending a summer taking dude rides or a fall guiding hunts in the Absaroka-Beartooth. Cumulatively, they had more than a century of experience. With no dudes on this particular trip, they were afforded a unique opportunity to let loose, exchanging banter and stories freely.

Food packed into Yeti coolers and Milwaukee Packouts, tents and personal items loaded onto mules, horses saddled, bridled, and ready to go, we set out on the 20-mile ride into camp around 11 a.m., three hours after our target departure time.

“I hope you all brought headlamps,” Hazel, a life-long outdoorswoman and practicing nurse, joked.

As the miles wore on, I got to know Cherokee, the 10-year-old paint I was riding.

The cadence of her stride set the pace of my day. As we passed lakes and paralleled streams, the reflection of the sunlight glimmered with every step she took.

I watched as her ears twitched and tail swooshed, shooing away early-season mosquitoes. I noticed the way her sides flared out as we rode up ridges, and the snorts she released to clear the dry, dusty air from her nostrils.

I sneezed in tandem. I learned to anticipate the way she leapt over streams, favoring dry land for the muddy trail most of the other animals trudged through.

As we rode in, the outfitter narrated, sharing personal and historical anecdotes about the route. He had been riding in these mountains twice as long as I had been alive. His stories chronicled the time Teddy Roosevelt spent in the wilderness, the history of resource extraction in the area, and childhood stories that echoed with the ring of universal human experience.

He led a string of five mules with one hand, and the reins of his paint gelding Cabaret and a Coors Banquet in the other. Every time the string would stall, he’d kick up Cabaret.

“I’m not even upset about the mules stopping,” he said. “I’m just pissed it’s spilling my beer.”

Packed in the panniers were three boxes of wine, and two 30-packs of Coors.

Matt rode ahead of the group, scouting the path where the trail fell out. When my borrowed Stetson hat blew off my head for the umpteenth time, and I started rolling my saddle getting back on after retrieving it, he looped back, ensuring everything was OK. He rode this way the whole trip, scouting and keeping everyone together, offering me horsemanship tips over the five days.

By the time we arrived at camp, nestled between a mountain ridge and a swollen creek, the sun had started to descend, and the air temperature fell.

As we dismounted and started to untack the stock, the outfitter walked over to me, his back bent permanently 10 degrees forward from a lifetime of riding, and showed me how to take off the bridal, the cinch, and the breast collar, hands on autopilot from decades of repetition.

“Always unbuckle from the left,” he said, looping and tying the cinch strap like a necktie. “And put your saddle blanket upside down on top of the saddle so it can air out.”

I nodded, making mental notes I later translated to my journal. In this same way, I learned how to tie the quick-release knot necessary to tether her lead rope to a tree (always at neck height or higher), and how to bridle and saddle Cherokee.

Any time I faltered, someone was there to help, offering demonstrations and heuristics.

Once the horses were brushed, untacked, and put to pasture behind an electric fence, camp was erected, illuminated by our headlamps.

Orange, yellow, and green tents stood in the conifer forest like presents under a Christmas tree, packed close enough together to provide perceived protection in grizzly country, but spread apart far enough to create a semblance of privacy.

By the time I crawled into my sleeping bag, the day had stretched over 18 hours. Stomach full of chili reheated over a camp fire, legs and back sore from riding, and my heart happy to be in the backcountry with good company, I drifted off to sleep.

Over the next three days, we cooked all of our meals over an open fire: Corn, potatoes, steak, eggs, hot dogs, pasta, Jiffy Pop. Blue and white enamel cookware was charred black by the soot and washed with murky water retrieved from the creek.

By day three, we had built a second ring. One for talking around, one for cooking over.

[{"type":"text","text":"“Less pressure on the chefs,” the outfitter said."}]

Stumps, cut from felled trees with hatchets, rocks, and a single REI pop-up chair surrounded the talking ring, each a chamber for smoke roulette.

As conversation drifted from shared memories to political beliefs and everything in between, laughter permeated the air, infectious and heavy. Hours passed this way, with the campfire burning steadily, fueled by a seemingly never-ending pile of deadfall, blanketing our dust-covered clothes in a comforting aroma of smoke.

As the week lumbered on, we trekked to nearby lakes, waterfalls, and ridgelines, riding single file, weaving through the landscape like a condensed centipede.

With no cell service and limited charging opportunities, our phones transformed from universal tools into cameras and jukeboxes. Temporarily entirely relieved of the worries and responsibilities a tower connection carried, I contentedly diverted my attention to the people, animals, and space immediately around me.

As we explored the mountains, valleys, meadows, and waterways, I found myself overwhelmed by gratitude. Gratitude for the head on my shoulders and the earth beneath my feet. Gratitude for the people around me, their humor, banter, and willingness to share their wilderness experience and expertise with me.

On day three, we rode to an alpine lake, dipping into willow-blanketed meadows full of bear claw-marked trees, before climbing to snow-covered lodgepole stands. For lunch, we ate sandwiches: PB&J, bologna, turkey, Velveeta, and drank filtered river water.

I watched as Larry, who had moved to Montana from New Hampshire a decade ago and never looked back, and the outfitter fished for cutthroat, one brandishing a spin rod and the other a fly rod.

“I’ve caught eight,” Larry touted, less than a minute after hitting the water.

“That’s OK, pal,” the outfitter called back, holding his spin rod. “One of these days we’ll teach you to count.”

As they fished, Hazel and Antonio read, lazily sprawling out on dried grass.

“I hope there aren’t ticks up here,” Hazel said, resting her book on her lap, pages spread, spine up.

[{"type":"text","text":"“Don’t say that word,” said Antonio, half-joking."}]

[{"type":"text","text":"“Tick, tick, tick,” she taunted."}]

I laughed and rested my back against a felled tree, settling my weight into the dirt below. As ants crawled up my arms, I watched them, making no motion to swat them away. I pulled open my journal and started to sketch the lake.

My pen traced the contours of the landscape, filling the page with ink. I reveled in the warmth the unobscured sunshine cast on my face. Closing the book, I tilted my face upward, and drifted off to sleep.

Despite cold evening temperatures, late nights, and early mornings, the trip brought some of the best rest I had experienced in months. Between being lulled to sleep by the steady roaring of the creek, eating hearty, fire-cooked meals, drinking fresh water, and filling fleeting moments with laughter, this experience felt like a turning point.

[{"type":"text","text":"Exactly the direction I was pivoting toward, I still don’t know."}]

Before this trip, I had spent fewer than 10 cumulative hours on horseback. It had been years since I had been in the backcountry, and even longer since I had felt this level of adoration for the wilderness. Here, I was surrounded by people who made the outdoors their life, and stock that knew these mountains like the back of their hooves.

In this company, in a camp surrounded by sage, pines, glacier lilies, shooting stars, bears, deer, bison and wolves, I found comfort. It was their confidence, good nature, and competence in the backcountry that kept me calm as I stood watch in camp after the horses broke down the electric fence and disappeared into the night.

Nestled next to a Douglas fir tree, keeping a careful eye on the four remaining animals, I watched as the sky slowly turned forget-me-not-blue against the gray mountain ridges and valleys.

Beside me, I heard a snap. I jerked my head up, my headlamp catching the eyeshine of Wrangler, a 12-year-old bay quarterhorse. As her head lurched toward me, I groped at the air, missing her lead. She beelined down the trail, and across the creek, following the other escapees to a meadow that lay beyond.

[{"type":"text","text":"The outfitter’s words echoed in my head."}]

Resigned to my watchpost, I waited. The symphony of chaos continued around me, swirling like a storm cloud. Horses and mules snorted, pawing the ground anxiously as the creek our camp shouldered roared, angry and swollen with spring rainfall and runoff.

Slowly, color returned to the earth as first light careened down the ridgeline into camp. As I flicked off my headlamp, the faint ring of bells returned, followed by the clomping of hooves against dirt and rock.

[{"type":"text","text":"“We got ‘em,” said Matt, leading a string of mules."}]

I checked my watch. 5:36 a.m. Just like that, it was all over, less than 40 minutes after it began.

“We should let them loose to graze,” the outfitter joked, signifying that the danger had passed.

For the remainder of the trip, the livestock were tied up at night. In this way, I learned that horses sleep standing up.

“If they’re confident they’re safe, they’ll sleep lying down,” Larry told me. “They’re prey animals, and they always want to be ready to run.”

He kept his horses in a corral on his property. He said it took them months to feel comfortable enough to sleep laying down.

By the time we rode out on the final day, the coolers and packouts were lighter. Clothes were saturated with dust, grease and smoke. Animals were well-grazed on native grasses that blanketed the meadow serving as their temporary pasture.

Anticipation for the trip’s commencement rested heavy on everyone’s chests.

The ride out took more than 10 hours, culminating in a steep climb back to the outfitters. Tired, sweaty, and hungry, we untacked the animals, moved them to the corral, unpacked the mules, loaded our cars, hugged goodbye, and dispersed, like ashes in a campfire pit.

[{"type":"text","text":"The names of the horses have been changed to protect their identity."}]

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<title>'Tonight The Horses Sleep Standing Up': Lessons From Five Nights In The Absaroka-Beartooth… | Cowboy State Daily</title>

Suddenly, I was fully awake. The horses got out! Deep in the Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness, dozens of miles from the nearest road, two days into a five-day trip, the horses and mules were our only way to pack out our camp.

'Tonight The Horses Sleep Standing Up': Lessons From Five Nights In The Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness

Headshot of Cowboy State Daily's general assignment reporter, Clair McFarland.

Clair McFarland

Government & Politics

Politics

Now Wyoming lawmakers are pushing to ban voters from changing party affiliation for seven months of the election year beginning, instead of three months as the law 

The conceptual bill draft directive came Friday during the legislative Joint Corporations, Elections and Political Subdivisions Committee meeting in Lander. It sets the committee up to consider the proposal in greater detail at its September meeting.

The maneuver follows years of controversy about a practice — called crossover voting — by some Democratic voters of registering to vote as Republicans to influence the GOP primary, which is Wyoming’s most decisive election across its top offices.

The Legislature in 2023 passed a bill banning voters from switching 

 between about mid-May and the primary election in mid-August of each election year. 

Before then, people could change parties at any time, including at their polling places on the day of the primary.

Secretary of State Chuck Gray on Friday urged legislators to expand the party-switching ban, which he called a “lockout,” to start Jan. 1 of each election year instead.

“One of my asks of this committee is for us to strengthen that lockout to Jan. 1 of the election year,” said Gray.

Rep. Joe Webb, R-Lyman, asked the Legislative Service Office to turn the idea into a bill draft. The committee majority approved that motion via voice vote.

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[{"type":"text","text":"But first, Rep. Mike Yin, D-Jackson, bristled."}]

“Mr. Secretary, when I hear you say ‘strengthen this lockout,’ that speaks to me as restricting people’s freedom to affiliate however they want,” said Yin.

[{"type":"text","text":"Many people in the audience applauded."}]

Yin called for silence, saying it’s not appropriate for people to clap at committee meetings.

Yin referenced a presentation Gray had given earlier that  meeting showing that “crossover voting” numbers are down from both 2018 and 2022 — and since the 2023 passage of the ban on changing party affiliation 

“What I think you’ve seen in the reduction of affiliation changes is that people are just staying Republican,” began Yin. “It’s causing a problem in my county.”

Yin’s home of Teton County is Wyoming’s only consistently blue county, where Albany County is more of a mix of Democratic and Republican regions, and all other Wyoming counties are strongly Republican.

But Teton County voters have to choose between influencing who sits on the county commission and who sits in other offices when they pick a party and vote in primary elections, Yin lamented.

Though Teton County votes consistently for Democratic candidates for major offices, its registration numbers say a majority of voters have registered as Republican.

Registered Democrats can sway Teton County’s often-Democratic-leaning county commission races, but they can’t sway the hotly-contested GOP primary elections featuring prominent gubernatorial, congressional, and other statewide office races.

Wyoming has not elected a Democratic governor since 2006. It hasn’t elected a Democratic U.S. House representative since 1976.

“It creates an issue now across the board, where voters can’t always choose the candidates they want to,” Yin said. “I guess, why are you interested in making it harder for people to decide what races they want to participate in?”

[{"type":"text","text":"Gray countered."}]

“I view it as an election integrity issue,” said the secretary, adding that the Legislature has made clear that in Wyoming, partisan primary elections unfold, “with the qualified electors choosing who is going to represent the party they’re affiliated with.”

[{"type":"text","text":"Gray said he understood Yin’s points about Teton County voters."}]

“My answer would be, those individuals that are truly Democrats should remain in their party if they so choose to,” he said.

Ultimately, the committee directed staffers to draft the “lockout” bill, and to re-draft 12 more election and party-related bills that died in past legislative sessions.

Gray had called for 15 election and party-related bills altogether, but two of those did not galvanize Friday into re-draft directives.

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lockout would align Wyoming more with Kentucky, which he called the “strongest” in this area of policy since it bans party changes starting Dec. 31 before an election year.

[{"type":"text","text":"Sen. Bill Landen, R-Casper, countered."}]

Kentucky has just had its primary election, while Wyoming’s isn’t until mid-August.

“I didn’t realize we’re not comparing apples to apples here. We’re comparing with Kentucky,” said Landen.

Gray emphasized that the Jan. 1 date in the conceptual draft is “just a starting point,” and that truly aligning with Kentucky would put Wyoming’s new party-change deadline at about April 1.

[{"type":"text","text":"It was May 13 this year."}]

Senate Corporations Chair Cale Case, R-Lander, cast it as a bad policy idea to expand the party-change freeze.

“A lot of people in two thirds of the year change their minds,” said case. “That’s a long time to think about something, or to have events happen in the country or in your state and be able to respond to those events.”

Earlier in the meeting, Case had raised another concern — that limiting people’s ability to affiliate would clash with First Amendment issues.

“It would seem to me the most significant way we petition our government and drive the direction is through the voting process,” said Case. “And when you lock people out of choosing a party to effectuate their representation, you’re frustrating their ability to assemble and petition their government. 

[{"type":"text","text":"“So, it’s a First Amendment issue.”"}]

[{"type":"text","text":"The U.S. Constitution promises the general election date."}]

But in Wyoming, most contenders reach that general election by winning the primary election.

“The winner of the (GOP) primary — because we’ve become a single-party state — will be the winner in November most of the time,” said Case. “The reason that the (crossover) numbers have dropped is because they don’t have a choice. 

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Case said he’d fight any effort to move the crossover deadline to Jan. 1. But even if that bill succeeds, he said, people would just switch before that deadline.

[{"type":"text","text":"The ‘Blue’ County"}]

Teton County voters numbered 6,434 Democratic and 5,773 Republican on the general election date of 2020.

By the general election of 2022, registered Republicans more than doubled registered Democrats in the county, at 9,050 Republican-registered voters to 4,222 Democratic.

That was the year a fiery contest unfolded between then-U.S. Rep. Liz Cheney, who’d pushed for President Donald Trump’s impeachment, and now-Rep. Harriet Hageman, whom Trump has repeatedly endorsed.

Hageman won Wyoming’s vote in a landslide that year. But in Teton County, Cheney voters more than tripled Hageman voters.

As of May 1 this year, registered GOP voters in Teton County still outnumber Democrats by about 2,500.

[{"type":"text","text":"Crossover Voting Down"}]

Statewide, crossover voting numbers have “declined a great deal since the passage in 2023 of the 90-day lockout, which I supported,” Gray told the committee.

In 2018, about 6,000 Democrats switched to Republican, 4,000 unaffiliated voters switched to Republican and “smaller numbers” of voters switched the other direction, Gray had told the committee.

[{"type":"text","text":"The numbers plumed in 2022."}]

[{"type":"text","text":"But around 20,000 people switched parties, Gray noted."}]

This year, 1,732 Democrats have switched from Democratic to Republican, and 1,017 have switched from unaffiliated to Republican, he said. Voters switching the other way are in “a lot smaller” quantities, he added.

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<title>Mike Yin Bristles At Chuck Gray Plan To Ban Political Party Changes After Jan. 1 | Cowboy State Daily</title>

State Rep. Mike Yin argued against a proposal by Chuck Gray to ban political party changes after Jan. 1 in election years. “Why are you interested in making it harder for people?” Yin asked. “I view it as an election integrity issue,” Gray answered.

Mike Yin Bristles At Chuck Gray Plan To Ban Political Party Changes After Jan. 1

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Mark Heinz

Wildlife

When a hiker had an incredibly rare close encounter with a wolverine earlier this month in the Wind River Range mountains, he saw that the animal had a radio collar. Biologists have now confirmed it's one of four wolverines they’re tracking in the area.

They also say the wolverine is quite the traveler, having already established a range of about 200 square miles.

The wolverine that Zachary Shifrel photographed from 

 is a mature, 28-pound male, biologists Dean Clause and Rusty Kaiser told Cowboy State Daily.

Shifrel told Cowboy State Daily he saw the wolverine near the Green River Lakeside Trail in the Wind River Range mountains.

The encounter probably lasted less than a minute, he said. Shifrel had just enough time to snap a few photos and take a brief video of the wolverine before it ran off.

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The wolverine that Shifrel saw was first captured and fitted with a GPS transmitter collar in April 2025, then again in March, said Clause, the Wyoming Game and Fish Department Pinedale wildlife biologist; and Kaiser, the Forest Service Bridger-Teton east zone wildlife biologist.

Typical of the species, the wolverine is quite the traveler.

“During 2025, the documented range for this wolverine was about 200 square miles,” the biologists said in an email to Cowboy State Daily. "The 2026 data have not yet been analyzed."

Another male and two female wolverines have also been captured and collared in the Pinedale region, they said.

Game and Fish and the U.S. Forest Service are conducting joint research on wolverines in the Pinedale region to clear up some of the mystery around the species in Wyoming, because so much remains unknown, according to the biologists.

Tracking collar data and analysis of the animals’ scat could help determine the wolverines’ movements, demographics and diet.

[{"type":"text","marks":[{"type":"textStyle"},{"type":"bold"}],"text":"So, How Many Are There?"}]

Wyoming’s total wolverine population was previously estimated to be about 15.

But how many are out there still largely remains a mystery. Data collected from the four Pinedale region wolverines could help determine more accurate population models, the biologists said.

“At this time, there is no accurate estimate of wolverine numbers in Wyoming, although studies like ours should help to get better estimates in the future,” they stated in the email.

Wolverines have been documented in the Wind River Range since the 1960s. 

“A recent increase in wolverine observations” there might indicate that their numbers are growing, according to the biologists.

There are multi-state wolverine population surveys in the Rocky Mountain region about every five years. The next one is scheduled for the winter of 2026-2027.

Wyoming biologists say a wolverine that had a rare close-range encounter with a hiker in the Wind River Range mountains is the same animal they’ve been tracking for more than a year. And it has a huge range, being tracked over 200 square miles.

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