Tag Archives: Traditional Woodsman

Balancing One’s Historical Perspective

Ears twitched. Deer flies hovered over a hat-sized patch of mud, dried on a muscled shoulder. A long, black, broom-like tail swished twice, almost reaching the closest steer’s back, the largest one, an Angus/Limousin cross. Three cinnamon-red Herford/Limousin-cross cattle stood … Continue reading

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“Beneath an Autumn Olive”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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Ornery Beyond Common Civility…

The last month or so has been really busy, beyond belief, really. Between the National Muzzle Loading Rifle Association’s Spring National Shoot, covering several Michigan black powder shooting events, including the Old Northwest Primitive Rendezvous, and trying to deal with … Continue reading

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“Absorbed in Another Time”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“Hunting with the Jacob Dickert Rifle”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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Our Own Historical Version of Eden

Pesky deer flies failed to dampen that morn, in the Year of our Lord, 1796. Sunlight spears penetrated through the lush canopy, scattering splotches of light hinter and yon upon the forest floor. The aroma of spring greenery and dry, … Continue reading

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“Time for Fishing”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“It is a Good Morning…”

Campfire smoke mingled with a thick, soupy fog. A yellowy-orange light lurked behind a silhouetted eastern tree line. Calm, humid air carried the scent of smoldering oak, damp canvas and a faint whiff of backcountry bacon. Dew droplets splashed as … Continue reading

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