The clouds part just above the horizon, where a weak sun glimmers like a bonfire among the skeletal trees. Distant shots ring out.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: hunters
The boom of a rifle. A small hawk glides...
The boom of a rifle. A small hawk glides through the trees, lands between me and the faint yellow blotch of sun and waggles its tail.
Creak and rattle from the woods. A...
Creak and rattle from the woods. A distant gunshot. Overhead, the shapely cumulus could almost be a summer sky, if it didn’t move so fast.
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A blaze-orange hunting coat floats...
A blaze-orange hunting coat floats through the snowy woods, out-of-place as a sign in the desert: burning bush, billboard, neon whorehouse.
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A cold, wet morning that must test...
A cold, wet morning that must test the hunters’ mettle. Over the rain, the rattle of the window-tapping cardinal clashing with her nemesis.
Blue overhead, and the frost so heavy...
Blue overhead, and the frost so heavy, it looks like a light snow. From the barnyard, the voices of hunters returning with their first kill.
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The opening day of rifle season. Deer...
The opening day of rifle season. Deer run back and forth through the laurel—each shift of the wind must bring a different human’s stink.
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The still, gray morning is interrupted...
The still, gray morning is interrupted by the stuttering roar of a pickup full of hunters hauling an enormous homemade wooden tree stand.
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Halfway up the ridge, a flashlight...
Halfway up the ridge, a flashlight bobs through the trees, stops, goes out. Then the rustling thuds of hooves in dry leaves. Then silence.
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