Caribou House

In the first seasons, I stubbornly hunted over fields where I’d seen deer feeding on summer nights. It took me years to get it into my head that they would not be there in the fall, or, at least not be there during legal shooting hours.I had started for home down the black path through the woods after the evening hunt and stopped to tighten the waist belt on my fanny pack. I took one last look back into the field. There stood a buck for anyone’s dream.

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Dead Deer Running

As I headed south down Interstate-95 toward Pennsylvania in the passenger seat of a really nice Toyota truck owned by my soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, I realized that for once I had no expectations, not for the hunt to come and not for the future of the relationship. I was going to break up with this guy, but first, there was this Pennsylvania hunting trip we — well anyway, he — had planned.

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Down And Dirty: A Caving Adventure

We were deep underground in a cave in western Pennsylvania, exploring part of a system of caverns still being mapped. Perhaps only a dozen other people ever stood here. Probably only a few hundred ever will.

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