At play where the midnight sun holds court
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
Born in early summer, the hare had witnessed the onslaught of predators from above. During these warm months, goshawks, great horned owls and golden eagles among other birds had perched high on the spruce trees, scanning for the slight movement that would signal a tasty treat. Staying within or close to willow thickets, the young … Read more