Though it was mid-March, the wind chill stayed near zero all day and the heavy snow pack had yet to start melting. Clouds gathered to the west before sunbeams broke through and danced across the mountain slopes. The sun disappeared a half hour early as it does here on the east side of the mountains, leaving behind a fiery glow. I didn’t know what I’d find down this road, but as I came around a corner there was a large herd of pronghorn antelope. Nearly half of all pronghorn reside in Wyoming, only barely outnumbered by people. Pronghorn are capable of running at 60 mph, far faster than any other animal in the Western Hemisphere, earning them the nickname “speedgoat”. With a field of vision near 360°, they are almost impossible to sneak up on. In search of winter grazing grounds, pronghorn migrate farther than any other North American mammal except the caribou. It’s been a long, tough winter for many local wildlife.