No Chance for a Shot…

Alert ears appeared, then twitched. Beyond the red oak, in the midst of the tangled autumn olive bushes, a doe walked on the closest trail. A skinny, gangly-legged fawn followed with its head down, sniffing, exploring. The pair stopped short of the dark oak trunk and browsed. The fawn pawed at the leaves, all brown… Continue reading No Chance for a Shot…

A Positive Answer…

Buffalo-hide moccasins crested the ridge. Despite a sense of urgency, the still-hunt progressed with the caution reserved for the stalk of a mighty stag. A lengthy pause allowed a contented grey squirrel ample time to scruff about in the brittle oak leaves, not eight-paces distant. Unaware, the creature scampered to a white oak and spiraled… Continue reading A Positive Answer…

The Curse of Tanner’s Passage

A whittled twig pegged the Northwest gun’s touchhole. The worm spiraled on the hickory wiping stick. The wire coil bounced when it hit the oak-leaf wad. A hollow scraping sound followed the natural wad to the muzzle. With a rattling clatter, the wiping stick slid down the bore. The worm twisted into the packed lead… Continue reading The Curse of Tanner’s Passage