Swimming through my mind

Swimming through my mind

I’ve been obsessed with gar for the last few weeks. Yep, gar — cylindrical, toothy, armored, prehistoric fish. Don’t know why, for sure, but I can trace it back to one morning at a muddy little creek where I saw arrow-shot gar carcasses piled up everywhere along with their living counterparts slipping through the currents of the creek. The gar have since then been swimming through my mind. It was a weird experience, but the...

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King of the woodpile

King of the woodpile

  I usually work in a back room I’ve nicknamed the dungeon (no windows and a sometimes depressing place when the muse plays hard to get), but on weekend mornings when everyone else sleeps in, I work from the living room sofa. One reason I work in the dungeon is because I’m easily distracted by what’s going on in our yard. The main reason I enjoy working from the sofa is because I CAN be distracted by what’s going on...

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It’s over

It’s over

Whether you end the season by running out of tags or running out of time, it’s always bittersweet. This was one of the best seasons I’ve experienced in a while. Of course birds in hand always make for a great season, but failed close encounters would have made this a banner year even with unfilled tags — I sat down to seven longbeards close enough to hear them drumming. Can you really call them failed encounters? Was also...

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Dead skunks don’t lie

Dead skunks don’t lie

During the last week or so, the drive into town has turned into an obstacle course. I’m constantly jerking my steering wheel this way or that to avoid some hapless, flattened critter. Road kill typically peaks at this time of year and in the fall as hibernating and semi-hibernating animals are on the move. What I’ve noticed more than anything are dead skunks, and dead skunks don’t lie. When you start seeing dead skunks it’s almost spring....

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