by Michael Altizer | Feb 6, 2024
It tumbles off the east face of Big Back Mountain, leaping and flowing down its stony, laurel-lined course as it has for eons. Dad and I had fished its lower reaches when we’d first moved to Tennessee back in the early sixties, and many times we had talked about...
by Douglas Cutting | May 19, 2022
There is nothing more apt to illustrate life than a stilt house hovering over water set to the rhythm of a spring tide. A friend of my granddad’s used to sit on our porch in a wicker rocking chair and watch the creek go by. That creek is part of the Elizabeth...
by Mike Gaddis | Oct 5, 2020
He confided the happy little story that closed the 50 years between us as gently as nightfall closes day, that filled my eyes and made me smile. I’ve an idea it might foster a similar reminiscence for you. Little, whimsical outdoor gladdenings come along now and then...
by Michael Altizer | May 13, 2020
At barely eight years old, he was scarcely ready to confront a wily old trout poacher. Or was he? Friday afternoon, 14th day of April 1959, with trout season due to open the next morning. I’d turned in my homework, got Monday’s assignments from Mrs. Whitten, and...
