Filling The Buckets

There are four seasons to a year, but to a runner there are many more, defined by sights and sounds instead of a calendar. It was snowing the first time I ran by the lone farmhouse. I caught sight of the old woman struggling onto the porch, carrying a full coal bucket in each hand. I called out to her, took the buckets and filled the other four. We formed a friendship that lasted through the seasons.

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Ladies Of Good Caliber

Trying to decide on what is the best deer rifle for a lady? When considering a certain caliber gun, see how it stacks up in the following four categories: recoil, weight, fit and sights. Here’s what to look for in a good ladies’ rifle.

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The Trailhead Truck

Vehicles, when you get to know them, develop personalities, some warm and friendly, some positively evil. The little pick-up truck did not have a favorable beginning. Purchased hastily after the smoky demise of a sedan … it was a 1986 with no frills … but it turned out to be a perfect truck to leave at a trailhead.

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The Yard Sale Bow

On almost any weekend in rural Pennsylvania, telephone poles are cluttered with signs advertising yard sales. Jogging by the house of neighbors who were having a yard sale, I felt obligated to appear to shop. I saw something that really appealed to me — dangling from a coat rack was a bow with a leather quiver of arrows. The bow was a bright, metallic blue, and it drew my eyes like a magnet.

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The Right Stand Girls

“Billy the Buck” may still be there. And I hope the biggest deer I’ve ever seen alive, a thunder-racked 12-pointer I’d seen about 100 yards away chasing a doe, is still there. Three good friends will be there again, we’ve promised. And we’ll be joined by some members of a new archery club that’s formed in the area, The Right Stand Girls.

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The 100-Mile Wilderness

After four years of hiking the Appalachian Trail a section at a time, I am nearing the end, hiking alone through Maine. The final section of the trail is called the 100-Mile Wilderness, where only two dirt logging roads cross the trail. I joined two other women hiking the tough last leg of the trail. It was an adventure!

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Peaks And Valleys

I was too early for hiking season, and that’s the way I’d wanted it. I was on the rebound from a failed relationship, didn’t want to see anybody I knew and didn’t want to see any of the places we’d been together. The bleak landscape of pre-spring was a perfect match for how I felt inside.

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An Arrow-Flinging Addict

I guess it would be wrong to say I moved to the outskirts when I moved to a little town in Pennsylvania called Shickshinny. A place with one traffic light is the outskirts, so I moved to the outskirts of the outskirts, and that’s where I learned to hunt.

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Hunting In The South: An Eye-Opening Experience

For somebody who lives in New England, hunting in the South is like experiencing a whole new country. Up here, we just don’t have all those lanky guys in cowboy hats and tight Wranglers with round circles on the back pockets worn in by habitual cans of chew.

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