Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
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[HASH]Open [HASH]Snowstorm Matthew J. Quigley | W/C 259
Ivarr was out once again out in the snow, this time in full snow gear, carrying a bow with a quiver of arrows at his waist, his eyes scanning as he moved stealthily - or at least as stealthy as possible - through the heavy snow. Merlin was bounding through the snow next to him, the labrador wagging his tail gently focus absolute, looking up at Ivarr. He almost felt achieved that he'd found something that the normally distractable labrador could focus on. Not that he was hunting today, this was just a new way of exercising the dog.There was a dog whistle hung round his neck, and from his belt hung a training dummy - bright orange so he could see it easily in the snow, not so much for Merlin. The treat itself had been scented with aniseed. Not because he needed to scent it truly, but every little helped.
Deftly he threw the lure far enough ahead that Merlin could chase it without having to unclip the long lead, repeating the exercise with recall until he was almost certain he'd got the idea as they moved through the forest. Taking the risk once he'd got his recall pretty well in the clearing, before he unclipped the lead.
Merlin trembled in place as he looked up at Ivarr eagerly, watching as he threw the lure streaking off the moment he was released, finding the lure...and promptly getting distracted by another sound, bounding off in the direction, more interested in was it human, did they have food for him.
