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.
“If it’s your mission to lure me into those tired woods, you will not succeed. It’s the wildness I want.”
Robert Coover
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