At play where the midnight sun holds court
Growing up in suburban Chicago, there aren’t many opportunities for hunting. The metropolitan area is filled with human activity and development. Even though there are small parcels of forest, those are off limits to hunting. That was no issue. For most of my life, hunting was the furthest thing from my mind. Our food came … Read more
Rusted cans poke out of the sphagnum moss, their visibility diminishing year by year as they become swallowed by vegetation. A few yards distant, beyond the willows, lies a pile of spruce poles. Brush grows amongst the pile, but the square arrangement is still discernible. A former cabin. A former home. Its logs now in … Read more
Note: This is a work of fiction. However, some of the writing was inspired by real events. As the rain fell, it was absorbed into the sod roof. The water worked its way through the various layers of sedges and moss before finally dripping on the floor of the cabin. A layer of spruce boughs … Read more
On a rise above the lake, I watched as the duck turned. I had been sighted and it started paddling to the opposite shore. It was early June and I was out duck hunting, hoping to get something before the season ended. I had made my way south of the mountains to flatter country, where … Read more
October Ice pans float down the river. I walk across the rocks, frozen in place, out onto the ice attached to shore. The ice is stable. It’s already a few inches thick and sufficient enough to hold my weight above the water flowing below. I move cautiously towards its edge, stopping a foot and a … Read more
