We’re All Killers

We’re All Killers

Several terms get bandied about throughout the discourse on hunting. One such term is the word ‘harvest’ which seems to have cropped-up and spread in conversations, publications, and media posts like buttercups in a hayfield. Though this term appears to...
Found in Translation

Found in Translation

One of the first words I ever learned to say was, “Duck.” My mother says I espied a framed print hanging on the wall at the pediatrician’s office. It was a scene of cupped mallards forever suspended in the azure skies above a reedy marsh to which I pointed and...
The Hogs of Camelot

The Hogs of Camelot

The Arthurian legends enthralled me as a kid… they still do. Don’t get me wrong, Nintendo, and Star Wars, and shooting snakes from a bridge or canoe were all legit, too. But King Arthur and all those knights doing knightly things like being polite to one another...
Song of the Soque

Song of the Soque

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...
The Great Slime Kings

The Great Slime Kings

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”....

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