Category Archives: Stories

Old Lady Gray’s Student

A weak gobble drew hopeful glances. A dozen moccasin steps later, my wife thought she heard a second utterance; older ears failed to discern the joyous sound. Regardless, the tom was well off to the west; somewhere out in the … Continue reading

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An Unfortunate Disaster

Anticipation danced about the glade. The still-hunt progressed tree to tree, bush to bush. Trail-worn buffalo hide moccasins depressed damp, winter-weathered oak leaves. Not too distant, a blue jay paid little mind. Autumn olive branches, bedecked with mouse-ear-sized greenery tugged … Continue reading

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“A Gobbler Answered”

“Snapshot Saturday”      

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Struggling a Bit…

“Snow pelts my face,” the brass lead holder scribbled on the folded journal page. “Now and again, icy flakes sneak behind my spectacles and sting my eyes. I pulled the wool blanket’s folds up around my cheeks. In front of … Continue reading

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J. Long’s Journal

Snow globs slid from bobbing cedar boughs. Blue jays perched on the topmost branches of a forked shagbark hickory tree, but remained silent. The air smelled damp and heavy, due to a warm west breeze that melted the packed, shin-deep … Continue reading

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“A Lowly French Hunter”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“…let me see your shot, please”

Four Sandhill cranes winged toward the River Raisin. A sparkly hoarfrost coated the short prairie grass, every barren twig and the magenta-colored cedar boughs. A crimson cardinal flitted across the clearing, then landed on one of the autumn olives that … Continue reading

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Over the Next Hill

Crystalline ice bowed trees and bent bushes. Huge white snowflakes floated in the calm. A fresh, fluffy white carpet erased a winter’s worth of life-stained snow. At the edge of the thicket, tawny prairie grass stood stiff, encased in the … Continue reading

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