My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Copper jackets plinking on the ground sounded like rain. The lingering petrichor from a recent shower was cloying compared to the stringent scent of her spent shells. Margie fired off more rounds, the acrid smell of gun powder washing back over her. She could feel the tension release from her shoulders. The trail exercise always made … Continue reading The Downturn
Family jokester That's what she said, yo' mama Inappropriate As I get older, or more accurately, as my children (read:son) get older, my sense of humor degenerates to that of a 12-year-old boy. That is, it's totally inappropriate. I get it naturally. My dad has a wicked sense of humor, quite ribald at times. Even … Continue reading Dear hunter
It was billed as the “Ultimate Hunting Adventure.” He had tracked elk on horseback through chest-deep snow, had weathered violent squalls off the coast of Nova Scotia for ocean fowl, had slogged through piranha-infested rivers for trophy arapaima. Organizers promised this excursion would be all that and more. The final hunt location and quarry were … Continue reading Ultimate adventure
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