Travelers of the Edge

Travelers of the Edge

They stood, Helen and Webster, side by side in black water beneath a canopy of moon-bleached trees, trunks white as ghosts raising slender claws toward the streaks of shooting stars. ''I've never seen them like this," Helen said softly. "So many at once." "Like...

A Week Before Christmas

A Week Before Christmas

One morning, a December long-ago, a week before Christmas, Bob walked into a local store in Millerton, New York. The owner, Phil, a friend, was behind the counter taking care of a customer as Bob came in from the cold. “Late night, Bob,” he said. That wasn’t a...

Gunkholing for Ducks

Gunkholing for Ducks

In September, the summer folks trade their beach lives to head home. The public boat ramp near my home, the one that once was clogged with all sorts of recreational craft, is deserted. It’s a busy process to haul and winterize boats tied up in slips just as it is to...

These Old Shoes

These Old Shoes

Decades became years, years became days, days became hours, and it seemed I had been born only yesterday. Peering north , the creek appeared to narrow to little more than a trickle before vanishing altogether up where the lush green grass glinted backlit in that...

The Perfect Thanksgiving

The Perfect Thanksgiving

Perfection is in the eyes of the beholder. Southeastern Wisconsin is far from a waterfowl hunting destination. It lacks the open spaces and accessibility of the Canadian prairies, the expansive agricultural fields of the Dakotas, the multitude of privately managed...

A “Thanksgiving” Shooting Trip

A “Thanksgiving” Shooting Trip

On Thanksgiving, a shoot at Hooper’s Island in Chesapeake Bay furnished some experiences that will not soon be forgotten. Our party consisted of three—my hosts, Bert and his brother Al, and myself. With me went my two dogs, Don, an English setter, and Nick, a pointer,...

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