One prairie dog, one antelope, two shots total. I also got some serious sunburn on the back of my neck, making me a genuine redneck, if only temporarily. Wyoming (at least that part of it) was a dry, scrubby place I probably would not like to live in, especially if what I heard about the highway regularly being closed for prolonged periods in winter is accurate. The “Moose Drool” beer was pretty good. I did not sample the prairie oysters on offer at one of the eateries.