fathers and sons

LATE GOOSE, DAY 2

December 29, 2010

There’s a measure of insanity, I suppose, in the psychology of the late season goose hunter. The first couple days of ridiculous wind and nose-numbing temps are warmed with the honks, circling and set wings of naïve birds. By day 3, the masses have been shot at enough that they now fly twice as high [...]

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LATE GOOSE, DAY 1

December 27, 2010

After two months of watching thousands, nay, tens-of-thousands fly care-free over the Upstate countryside–the season for freezing in snow-covered fields amongst a decent set of decoys for Canada geese has opened again. The northwest wind had some serious teeth and flurries. And when the birds got up off Canandaigua Lake late morning, they all got up. [...]

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HEADLAMPS & HOMEMADE BOWS

November 1, 2010

The leaves aren’t the only things that turn in this neck of the woods once Fall arrives. In our barn, upstairs in the hunt/fish lodge, the fishing gear that has been sitting in various states of take-out and put-back for the past four-or-so months has do-si-do’d with my hunting gear. Chest-packs and tackle boxes, rods [...]

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MORNING BROWNS WITH DAD, Installment 6, Thesis

October 6, 2010

* The 6th installment in a series of sections from my Masters thesis, which was (in large part) about fishing. [20] Villager Restaurant. 5:30 a.m. Laminated breakfast menus. Short lived eggs, toast, sausage—coffee-to-go, toothpicks by the register. We head to the bait shop for sawbellies, a wriggling handful of bump & tick in our aluminum [...]

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