I'm boondocked in an RV park on the Missouri River, which for some strange reason is located in Montana. I say boondocked because I'm staying in an overflow area with no hookups. I actually like doing that because I had rather be off by myself, and there's no sense paying for hookups if I don't need them.
I don't know if you could tell from the pictures but the sky here has been very smoky since I got to Montana, and the farther west I go the worse it gets. There are a lot of wildfires and forest fires burning in western Montana since it's been so dry this summer and the smoke in the air is starting to bother my eyes so tomorrow I'm scrapping my plans to go to Glacier National Park, where there's at least one fire burning, packing up and heading south.
The scourge of the Western rancher is the prairie dog. The prairie dog has several problems that affects the rancher in various ways none of which are good. He eats the grass the cattle could be eating, he sometimes carries the plague which can affect humans, and worst of all he digs these holes all over the place. And since the ranch has literally millions of these critters their impact is compounded.
As you can see here the prairie dog hole is the perfect size and shape for a horse or a cow to step in, and It doesn't take much imagination to see what would happen to a horse and rider if a running horse stepped in this hole. And this is one of the main reason that ranchers try to eradicate as many of these pests as he can