Monthly Archives: December 2015

Reclaiming Inborn Traits

Posted on December 30, 2015 by Dennis Neely: Traditional Woodsman

Gray clouds spit a fine mist. Winter moccasins whispered on damp leaves. First the maple, then the white oak, then the towering basswood offered cover. Two more maples and a jagged red oak trunk brought the course to the edge … Continue reading →

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“Snow Writing Time”

Posted on December 24, 2015 by Dennis Neely: Traditional Woodsman

Three doe beds, melted down to bare earth, resided six paces distant. Late in the night, the trio took rest under a large red cedar tree, east of the ridge crest. From their vantage point the hillside dropped off to … Continue reading →

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“A Lost Love”

Posted on December 19, 2015 by Dennis Neely: Traditional Woodsman

“Snapshot Saturday”

Posted in Pheasant Hunts, Snapshot Saturday | Tagged Black powder hunting, Dennis Neely, historical trekking, Native captive, North West trade gun, Northwest trade gun, trade gun, traditional black powder, traditional black powder hunting, traditional blackpowder, traditional blackpowder hunting, Traditional Woodsman | Leave a comment

The “Movement Seminar…”

Posted on December 14, 2015 by Dennis Neely: Traditional Woodsman

Tree tops huffed. Lingering white oak leaves rustled. Yellowed, pointed autumn olive leaves blew about. Red and lavender streaked the eastern tree line that blustery November morn in 1795. Buffalo-hide moccasins stalked north, in the lee of the wind, off … Continue reading →