It had been one of those amazing days for photography, where everything was put in front of us, to shoot to our hearts' content. We’d spent a great afternoon with Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep outside Big Sky, MT, and we were walking back down the road. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a dash of white. It could be only one thing, a Short-tailed Weasel. We stopped and watched, and a few moments later, the cutest critter in winter popped its head back up and stared at us. For nearly the next hour it entertained us, running to and fro, running between our legs and way down the hill, and then back again. It knew all the secret tunnels, and would go down one hole and back up another. In the dusk of day, on the backside of a mountain, swinging the 600mm around to keep up with it was a real challenge. And, oh, so much fun!
Editor's Note: This is a guest blog post from Moose Peterson.