I am the oldest baby boomer. By my reckoning, my parents conceived me sometime in June 1945. I was born somewhat early on March 21, 1946.

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         My recent column about various moose adventures prompted stories from several friends:

         • Up in Buffalo, Jim Hicks recounts the time when two serious local elk hunters parked their pickup on a high ridge of the Bighorns and started walking before daylight.  They were in deep timber far down the canyon when they heard tree limbs snapping in the distance, accompanied by thudding sounds.

         One ...