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A Smoothbore Shooter’s Cobb Salad

Goose wings swished in the darkness. Moccasins crept along the earthen byway. At the oaks, the rolling hill took a sharp drop, falling to the edge of the swamp grasses with a steep slope. Moccasins slipped and scooted. Halfway down … Continue reading

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“Meandering Through Tall Pines”

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“That’s where you belong…”

Damp elk moccasins scuffed away duff. Dew drops clung to the bushy cedar’s bough tips. Sweep by sweep, the nest took shape. Msko-waagosh, the returned white captive who spent his youth among the Ojibwe, sat cross-legged in the depression. A … Continue reading

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Time to Move On…

Trail-worn moccasins whispered in soggy snow. Up on the rise, a blue jay sang a contented morning song: “Swip-it! Swip-it! Swip-it! ” Sunlight streamed through the hardwoods. The aroma of warm bark perfumed the fresh, cool air. Three steps and … Continue reading

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“Forging the Long Lake Ax”

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Saving Hours of Rummaging

Leaves rustled. A wild turkey offered a weak gobble, muffled in the River Raisin’s bottoms. A gray squirrel materialized, bounded once and commenced digging. Leaves and pieces of leaves flew along with tiny scrapings of earth. The squirrel’s nose burrowed … Continue reading

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“Morning Hunt’s End”

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Referencing the fall of 1763…

Fall’s melody played upon the treetops. Yellow maple leaves fluttered earthward. A single wing bone touched pursed lips. Two kissing breaths passed up the hollow tube. “Arrkk…arrkk.” Two abrupt clucks drifted on the gentle breeze of a early-November morning. Greenish-yellow … Continue reading

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