North Dakota Flush

The wind howled and the birds held their ground. The wheat swirled ferociously, daring us to eddy-out.

A Lingering Silhouette

We rise early in the faint alarm clock glow, layering up for the late November cold.

My First Turkey Hunt

A three a.m. start to get here in the dark and a headlight handshake introduction.

JOURNAL

Let’s Be Pen Pals