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The Turkey Hunt
The sun had yet to present itself to the floor of the canyon; reds and oranges were painted across the crown of trees as it broke over the eastern hillside. I broke camp. I drove along the winding two-lane highway that paralleled the cold black river, its current moving so swiftly that fishing from the bank required…
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Tsali Pass: You owe it to the Mountain- Pt.2
“So, when he finally was able to come back, he was… different from how he had been before. Then, he had to find out that we had actually lost…” “We lost? But we’re Americans!” “…And that his brothers hadn’t made it home.
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Tsali Pass: You owe it to the Mountain- Pt.1
The first I knew of it was when the Old Man grabbed my leg and pulled me out of my bed and onto the floor. “Git yer clothes on, and git downstairs to breakfast. Dress warm; it's cold out.”
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Winters Hymn
Harland stared out the windows past me,his eyes fawning over a raft of mallards swimming. A slight smile emerging,his plump cheeks rising.Stout in stature and balding, he possessed a slight lean in his gate. "Daddy thought this would be a good place to raise us boys.The fresh air good for Momma", he said. His baritone voice..
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Spring Creek
Inspired by the artwork of Artist D. Rivers, Spring Creek tells the story of two friends who made a pact during World War Two to enjoying Sporting Adventures together if they made it through to the other side of the war.
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A Lion in the Distance
Stinging sweat ran down the face and into the eyes of the man with the big gun. As he walked he took his forefinger and thumb and squeezed the corners of his eyes at the bridge of his nose soothing the pain temporarily. It was mid-morning , but his light green shirt was already darker in sections. In front of…
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One Last Bluebill
The boy was older now, so much older than his daddy who died at the age of twenty-five, a year after enlisting in the army to fight in “The Great War”. His father was killed by a German machine gunner in a land that he saw only when it was being blown apart by war. The son of the soldier, now seventy-five, was reflecting on his life and upon the man, he never truly knew. His daddy had been a market gunner for wildfowl in coastal North Carolina, but times and attitudes towards game were changing, and to make money for the family, he enlisted and went off to war.…
