The Truth About Two Kinds of Wilderness
I loved the wilderness as a kid. May be even more drawn to it as an adult.
My father’s love for duck hunting ensured I spent my fair share of time in the duck
woods. Each cold, dark morning as we’d make the 15-minute boat trip to the duck blind I’d always imagine Curt Gowdy’s voice in the back of my mind as if we were the featured adventure on American Sportsman. Every moment on that river thrilled me.
Other days I enjoyed building stick houses at a small pecan grove near our home. I could take refuge there protecting our homestead from the mammoth creatures that would surely would make their way down County Road 513. Settling into those stick shelters was…
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