Category Archives: Wilderness Classroom

Brought Back to Reality

Geese swooshed westward, tree-top high. Over the next few minutes, occasional kehonks told of a big swing out over the River Raisin’s bottomlands, then to the south, then back east and off into oblivion. The calm air felt cool and … Continue reading

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“Harvesting Milk Weed Stems”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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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 … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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A Different Sort of Still-Hunt

A fox squirrel chattered, up on the ridge and to the southwest. Yellow maple leaves spun and rocked and tumbled. Sunlight bathed the tree tops; shadows carpeted the forest floor. The night’s chill lingered. Melted frost pitter-patted from the old … Continue reading

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Seeking a Friendly Puddle

A cloud line angled southwest to northeast. To the northwest, the sky was clear and deep blue. Overhead the moon’s last quarter shone bright through a break in the dark grey clouds. The canoe slipped silent into blackish water. A … Continue reading

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Perhaps Jonathan Alder was Right

Wood ducks whistled. The pair winged straight up, flared to the east, dipped low over the maple point, then glided out of sight over the huckleberry swamp. In less than a minute they circled back, sashayed between the oaks, then … Continue reading

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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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