by Joshua Quong | Sep 23, 2020 | Featured
The Soque River is a narrow watershed that begins and ends in the mountains of northeast Georgia’s Habersham County. It is also a siren that sings to every fly fisherman who has ever had the fortune to hook one of her innumerable trout leviathans. It was my good...
by Joshua Quong | Sep 9, 2020 | Stories
In Seamus Heaney’s poem “Death of a Naturalist”, the speaker describes in vivid detail how his curiosity as a child about the bullfrogs living in a bog near his town morphs into the terror of being sucked down under the mire by the jellied spawn of the “mud grenades”....
by Joshua Quong | Jun 2, 2020 | Featured, Stories
An armadillo had been ravaging the flower beds around my house for nights on end evading the scourge of the dogs like some sort of grub eating ninja. Last night while in the rheumy drowse which sometimes precedes sleep, I remembered that my daughter had pulled a tooth...
by Joshua Quong | Apr 7, 2020 | Featured, Stories
The other morning, I had to cancel a quail hunt due to rain so I picked my father-in-law up and we headed to town for breakfast at the cafe. As we sat eating, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a gentleman in his mid-60s in a pair dress slacks, a blue Oxford...
by Joshua Quong | Feb 9, 2020 | Featured Stories, Stories
One of the toughest and most splendid realities hunters, like hunting dogs, must face is that the will and drive to hunt thrives within them long after their prime has passed. Sight, stamina, and reflexes wane with each passing season though youthful ebullience...
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