“Another Attempt”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A traditional woodsman clucks twice with a wing bone call.

The post hunter’s still-hunt paused near an old shelter site. He settled in next to a wild cherry tree and surveyed the flat-topped knoll. After a brief pause, the wing-bone call touched impatient lips. Two soft clucks wandered through the cedar grove… Old Northwest Territory, a quarter mile east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1792.

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