Jack’s short legs struggled to climb the blowdown. The weight of his double gun pulled him to the ground. His boots were two sizes too big, but family hand-me-downs were all they could afford back then. With untied laces and a red-plaid hunting coat he borrowed from his father, he appeared disheveled that day in…
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A HUCKLEBERRY GROUSE TALE
It all started in a place where farmers tip their John Deere hats to strangers . . . where everything you’d ever need to know, you learn sippin’ coffee at the local cafe . . . and where a young boy’s imagination runs wild from the waterfall down the aimless drainage . . . because…

