Tag: hunting

Gun Girl

       I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I come from a long line of hunters. Well, at least that’s what I’ve always been led to believe, and growing up in close proximity to my dear old Grandpa, this fact took on a mythical quality. Many an […]

Weekly Photo Challenge: CREEPY

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Creepy.” I reckon this photo would qualify… even if it is submitted a bit late! Here lies Mr. Fox, wanted on nine counts of chicken murder this summer. He was shot dead by our local farmer. The Red Kites had him […]

The End

Dawn is green pasture Wet with dew, Clover and stolen strawberries. The joy of survival. The silent warmth of companionship. A blast, A flash, A crash through the wood. Darkness is claiming Both grass and blood. The black, glassy eye Unsees the sky. Mother Hen (Writing Prompt: END, part […]

Breakfast With Grandpa

I was always a bit of a Grandpa’s girl. I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe it was because I loved sitting at his side and listening to hunting stories. When I was 11, I actually started trying to write them down with the intent of making them into […]