How I Spent Their Summer Vacation When they are only 5, you wonder if they can keep up along the trail. And when they are 13, you wonder if they haven’t already left you behind. Wildlife Journal Winter 2000 This summer we went to the beach, of course,...
Meet Rip Van Winkle He’s got gills for lungs, a head for numbers, and your basic gift of grab. Wildlife Journal Fall 2000 We sat in the boat watching the water, quietly waiting for him to surface. I was not worried, just sort of amazed. He’d been down this time for 30...
After the Flood When the music of life turns to noise, there is no better place to run than a deep, black swamp. But the man who goes in is seldom the same man who comes out. Wildlife Journal Summer 2001 I still don’t trust ’em,” Joe says, pausing to glance down at...
Call of the Mild Lost in the suburbs, a lone coyote symbolizes the paradox of progress for man and beast. Wildlife Journal Summer 2000 As a road-ditch mongrel, my dog Leroy is secure enough in his mutthood not to go whimpering every time a stranger breezes past the...
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