Category Archives: Living History

“That won’t work on an actual hunt…”

First light ushered in a volley of musket fire. The muzzle blasts, five in all, echoed up and down the River Raisin. A minute or so later, a second unsettling exchange erupted well to the north—four shots, a pause, then … Continue reading

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“River Bottom Buck”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“Buffs”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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A Joust Among Wilderness Tenants

Seventeen wood ducks winged low. Lavender and orange backlit a dark tree line as the three groups pulsed back and forth to the southeast. Two stragglers flew overhead, just beyond the Northwest gun’s effective distance. Oak leaves took no notice, … Continue reading

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“…knowing their guns were not loaded…”

Dense fog shrouded the doe trail. The air smelled thick, humid, and almost sweet, like drying corn. Water pattered down from tall oaks and short witch hazel bushes. Elk moccasins splashed the night before’s raindrops that clung to sparse, pale-green … Continue reading

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Sometimes Progress Appears Slow

Chocolate cake sounded good for breakfast. A half piece seemed sufficient, followed by a few plump, fresh strawberries. The cake is a week old, nursed along in “halves” and “quarters” and a few “slivers.” I ate this breakfast with a … Continue reading

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“Disappointed Voyageur”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“It is a Good Morning…”

Campfire smoke mingled with a thick, soupy fog. A yellowy-orange light lurked behind a silhouetted eastern tree line. Calm, humid air carried the scent of smoldering oak, damp canvas and a faint whiff of backcountry bacon. Dew droplets splashed as … Continue reading

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