Posted December 4, 2015
I walked out to feed horses on Thanksgiving day and noticed that the horses were a bit spooked by something, so I walked around behind the barn to see if there was a cougar or moose or something, when I noticed the fence wriggling. I looked down the fence line to see this poor fellow impaled...
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The Hunt
By Jim Palmer Jr.
The rhythmic muffled thump of horse hooves hitting the deep powdery dust of the mountain trail was interrupted by a contrasting metallic clatter when the path of the trail left the choking dust behind and began a segment of trail that was rocky a...
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Old Things
By Jim Palmer Jr.
With outstretched hands I reached longingly for the old rifle that hung on the slightly dusty gun rack on my wall. Since my change to archery hunting, it had been awhile since I’d even looked there, let alone handled the tru...
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Prickly Hounds
Written by Jim Palmer Jr. – May of 2009
In memory of Ken Austin
The sudden huffing sounds behind me made me react like a frightened kid on Halloween night who has been startled out of his whit’s by some ghoulish sound in a dark alley!&nb...
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"O LORD, how manifold are your works! In wisdom have you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures."
Psalm 104:24
