The Great Emu War

The Great Emu War

Ugly, shaggy, wide in the hips, quarrelsome, six feet tall, prone to grunting, sneaky as the cagiest Appalachian gobblers, with spurs that can rip down steel fences and a brain the size of a small walnut ... no, not your mother-in-law, but potentially a new game...

The Butt of the Joke

The Butt of the Joke

Only when Mike pushed me did I stop. He was saving me from an embarrassing error. I like to hunt, and even enjoy going to deer and elk camps, though pesky hooman rules keep me from participating in most of the hunting action. I like chasing deer, elk, pronghorns (fill...

Buffalo Dream, Bison Nightmares

Buffalo Dream, Bison Nightmares

No time to fart or fumble, on my belly with a beast that had tried to kill a man only the day before. Willard Sumption had a buffalo ranch a little south of Aberdeen in that rolling country east of the Missouri breaks. Willard had one bad eye from the time two of his...

When It Is Enough

When It Is Enough

We would hunt one last time in the morning, one last time before he went away. I would gift that to myself. How swiftly and irreversibly, Danny's season had arrived. From the day almost 10 years before, when first I had invested a portion of my heart in a fledgling...

Spring in the Tenth Legion

Spring in the Tenth Legion

From the middle of May until the first of the following March, a turkey gobbler is straight forward. He is reliable, he is sober and sedate and reasonable. There may from time to time pass through his head erotic flashes of pleasant passages last spring, but these...