You Can’t Make This Stuff Up

Or, More Tales from the Mongolian/Kazakh Steppes

The riders who had just come in by powerful Mongolian pony had dismounted and we were off to watch a pre-Eagle Hunt demo by a young huntress. The October day was warm- blessedly- and we gathered as a group to see how she called her eagle to swoop down the mountainside and grasp either her arm or the fox skin that the eaglehad been…