A sleepless September in the southern Black Hills

September has arrived in the Black Hills. The morning air has gathered up a sharp edge, frost has been knocking on our windows, and leaves want to change. My husband and I know what’s coming next: insomnia. For much of September, I get shorted on sleep due to bull elk bugling every night until the night before opening day of elk hunting, when all bugling ceases and the bulls disappear.

By: Amy Kirk, Republic columnist