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Life is an amazing journey. And while this next statement is a blatant cliché, I use it here without reservation: It seems only yesterday the journey began! This observation is likely a function of growing old, but it is accurate. Those early years of childhood that fashioned my entire being are yet fresh in recall; I visit there regularly. I remember those days of work in the family garden and the poor-dirt row crops and the ragged barn. I recall that simple wood-frame house that was home. I can even now almost hear and see and smell the farm animals and yard dogs that were ever present and key players in life as we then knew it. All are gone now, but they remain fresh in some quiet, reflective corner of memory.  Read more here…

Africa Revisited

Africa Revisited

Limpopo Province, South Africa. Bushveld. Land of the acacia and baobab and wait-a-bit thorns. A place time has neglected, where bird call serves as alarm clock, where the human intruder can lie awake nights as baboons scold from their koppie and treetop dwellings at a leopard beneath. A place where that same human can brush the Milky Way with feeble fingertips while a campfire performs its perfect ballet, can see the Southern Cross vividly suspended in lucid skies. The province derives its name from that river bearing the same: Limpopo. It...

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Passing It On and Offering Instruction

“How do you shoot?” I had just handed the young man an extra Osage and bamboo bow from my rack and told him to keep it as long as he wanted. The youngster, I’d say 15, practices martial arts at the same dojo as I, and he frequently asks me about primitive and traditional archery. I always try to oblige. This young man has the makings of an outstanding individual. Gentle, kind, well mannered, intelligent, a thirst for learning – he receives my vote. And he now holds the same rank in karate as I. Depending upon one’s perspective, that...

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That Perfect Day in the Squirrel Woods: Unexpected Gifts

That Perfect Day in the Squirrel Woods: Unexpected Gifts

Faint praise would be grossly inadequate. A mindless cliché would be wholly insufficient, irreverent. Most likely spoken with no depth of thought, that often heard It could be worse would be an affront. None of these; not for this day. This day was spectacular, its perfection melding with a lonesome fog that resisted the sun and gave naked oaks to the east a more foreboding appearance than normal. January; 48 degrees; sunrise; exhaled breaths puffing and pushing a gentle cloud into windless surroundings; no noise save the symphony of nature....

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