MOLLYGRUBS PART 5
DUXBAK DISASTER The aftermath of the most unfortunate chain of events connected with Mollygrubs’ misfortunes at the Junior Conservation Banquet reverberated through the town of Stony Lonesome for weeks. The hapless lad was harangued unmercifully by his male companions...
A Place Without Peer
Brays Island Plantation is the legacy of a farmer, Sumner Pingree, whose vision was to protect and preserve his plantation by sharing it with a limited number of families who value outdoor pursuits. SPONSORED CONTENT: This majestic property in the heart of the...
Noisy Noises of Birdy Birds
Around my house these days and nights, it’s nonstop quacking and quacking as the duck season approaches. The loud noises are enough to drive any dog crazy. Around my house these days and nights, it’s nonstop quacking and quacking as the duck season approaches. When I...
MOLLYGRUBS PART 4
PANDEMONIUM REIGNS AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET Once Mollygrubs’ painful ministrations with Mitzi’s corsage had been duly rectified with profuse apologies, the intercession of Mrs. Merkle, and some general calming of adolescent nerves, the excited couple made...
The Cabin Life
No power, badgers and (potential) grizzlies, oh my! The other day Mike was speaking — he blabs a lot — and I was hearing blah, blah, blah until I suddenly heard the words "cabin," "mountains" and "vacation." The next instant I was in! I like to go on vacation! Soon...
But Not On Opening Day
"I promise you," he said, "on my word of honor, I won't die on the opening day of the bird season." Now you know your first big cock pheasant is a sight to see. There maybe ain't nothing as dramatic, whether it's an elephant or a polar bear. A cock pheasant is like a...
MOLLYGRUBS PART 3
DISASTER AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET—PART 2 The mere appearance of Mitzi, or for that matter any girl who was even moderately attractive, was sufficient to turn Mollygrubs’ face an alarming shade of scarlet. The mere thought of talking to her, much less asking...
The Old Brown Mackinaw
When the Old Duck Hunter's Association, Inc., died, the hearts of many men fell to the ground. There was no one like Mister President. When the old-timers go there is no bringing them back, nor is there any hope of replacing them. They are gone, and there is a void,...
Misadventures of Mollygrubs Messer Part 2
DISASTER AT THE JUNIOR CONSERVATION BANQUET — PART 1 In due time Mollygrubs Messer recovered physically from his rude and painful introduction to the miseries of poison ivy while on a Boy Scout outing, but mental torment remained in the form of regular taunting from...
Checking the Calendar
The calendar wasn't going fast enough from August to September — so I took the initiative to take it down myself! The other week, I was passing through Mike’s office when I noted his calendar was still on the August page. I know bird hunting seasons open in September,...