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September 10, 2024

Mountain air in our lungs, a hearty sausage-and-home-fries, fire cooked meal inside us both. A last wipe of oil along our bolt action Berettas — the two big bores we’ve entrusted for our try at the trophy racks.

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“Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.”

Nikolai Gogol

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