In a celebration of winter in the last valley of Montana without electricity, Bass describes the wildness and freedom of valley people, the slow-motion quality of life, and the physical dangers of wilderness life. He also describes the anguish and pitfalls of being a writer and the living and dead writers with whom he feels a kinship.

Rick Bass's deer pasture is centered in the rustic beauty of the Texas Hill Country--a land of ravines and hallows, dark and shady, with near-vertical bluffs. In the fall there the hickories turn gold and drop a ton of leaves into the creeks; the water is clear and cold and still.
Also in the fall the Bass men come there for a week of camping and hunting, for the deer pasture is in the heart of white-tailed deer country, and the Basses have leased that same 956 acres for hunting each November for the past forty-nine years.
In these seventeen delightful essays, handsomely illustrated...