Thanksgiving Day Buck

Fiction by Tom Remington Download the Audio Version of This Article
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I heard the door to the bathroom across the hall quietly close and could see a light shining through the space at the bottom of the door. I grappled with reality trying to decide whether I was dreaming or awake. I looked at the red glowing numbers on my alarm clock and reality came crashing down. It was 4:07am.
Dad was up, this being his usual time anyway. He was raised on a family farm and ever since he was a young boy, his father made him get up by 4:30 and help with the chores before the long walk to school. Read more

Black Powder Axis Buck

By Denny L. Vasquez

 

I lay under the overhanging brush and silently watched the cautious approach of the big Axis buck. He had been easy to spot, at over 500 yards, as he followed the trail of a doe in heat with his nose to the ground, because his unique reddish orange coloration made him stand out among the grays and browns of the drab wintertime landscape. The other outstanding feature, of this import from the Indian sub-continent, which caught my eye, was the graceful upward sweep of his lyre shaped horns, with 30+ inch main beams. This unique headgear reminded me of a smaller version of his distant cousin, our native elk. Read more

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