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“…missed the chance of a lifetime…”

“Gob-obl-obl-obl-obl-obl!” The wild turkey’s melodic tone hung in a quiet, frosty calm. That tom was still roosted, on the hog-back ridge, over the hill and across the big swamp. Night’s abyss abated with reluctance that fine morn in 1798, or … Continue reading

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The Intricacies of Everyday Commerce

Blue wool fibers pulled free with the sticktight. Pinch and pull…pinch and pull…pinch and pull… The blue-flagged seeds accumulated on an oversized, cupped brown oak leaf. Some flew to the south, discarded in frustration; others slipped away and fell at … Continue reading

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“a double handful of powder”

Soupy mist rose from the watering hole. Frozen rain stiffened the sedge grass, encrusted red willow shoots and weighed down autumn olive branches. Ice grayed rigid cedar boughs. At a pause, a butterfly breath of a breeze crackled and snapped … Continue reading

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“Looking Beyond the Ridge”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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A Lack of Credible Provenance

Wet leaves dampened forest sounds. Buffalo-hide moccasins uttered nary a whisper. Misty-gray sprinkles hushed that morning’s calm in an eerie, church cemetery fashion. The air smelled of wiggly worms, rotting deer leavings and wet-dog oak wood. The taste of smoked … Continue reading

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“Tracking in the Snow”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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A Tenant of the Forest Will Die

“A doe came through while you were gone,” Tami whispered as I sat cross-legged behind her trying to keep my shadow one with hers. A wool blanket, which broke up her shape, hung from her shoulders. A Chiefs-grade, smooth-bored trade … Continue reading

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I Choose to Invest the Time

Two whistling swans angled southeast. A raspy hen turkey yelped in time with the swans’ whooshing wings. In the distance, a single deer, modest in size, circled the largest cedar tree on the meadow’s north edge. No others followed on … Continue reading

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