The mature bald eagle was unimpressed. It had flown up from Crow Creek and unexpectedly found itself in the center of a middle-school science experiment. My youngest son Connor and his partner Gus were launching rockets and gathering data comparing the heights they could achieve. The flight of the eagle and the descent of their [...]
I have hunted lions in bitter weather, the kind that has icicles hanging from your horses’ belly. I have hunted lions in deep snow that closed down most of the hills to only the most ardent snow shoe enthusiasts. But I must confess to enjoying hunting lions in shirts sleeve weather. I enjoyed sitting high [...]
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