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Month: December 2012

December 3, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and unseasonably warm. The scent of corn wafts up from the valley. A distant throbbing that could be a grouse or a diesel engine.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags ruffed grouse 1 Comment
December 2, 2012 by Dave Bonta

The blear isn’t just in my eyes; the distance dissolves into a thin mist which the weak sun can’t burn off. A train’s dispassionate wail.

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December 1, 2012 by Dave Bonta

A black walnut crosses the yard, powered by the usual gray squirrel propulsion and planting system. A close rifle shot echoes off the ridge.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags black walnut, gray squirrel, hunters
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