Requiem

The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause Heavy rain closed school today. Flooded roads. I got to work in the brewery; close. Yesterday we drove back from our quick trip east of the mountains. We looked but didn't find. We're out of shape and gravity keeps showing up for work. The Strait is mostly mud. …

Gyre

A year ago we said our final goodbye to Angus, stroking him as the pentobarbital dimmed his eyes, sweet boy reposed in the back of the Jeep now owned by the man and woman who bred him. A few weeks ago, on our final day as residents of chukar country, knowing later that evening we'd …

Peat Won

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita... About halfway through his life, Peat has finally realized his incessant hope for a sibling who'll play with him. It took less than a week. In Peat's five full years with Angus, Angus rarely deigned even to humor Peat's attempts to play. Peat never stopped trying, but whether …

Bloom One

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. -- James Joyce, Ulysses Related by blood both to Angus and Peat, Bloom, finally, like the spring, has arrived. It's amazing our capacity for forgetting. The sudden shift of frame a puppy brings: Peat's now the mature, even stately, one. I expected …

Sea Change

appointed places set in motion like seasons. We are like salmonswimming against the mutation of current to findour heartbroken way home again, weight of red eggs and need. -- Gloria Bird, (Spokane), from "Images of Salmon and You" I grew up on the Pacific. 21 years ago I moved to Idaho. I thought I'd work …

Dreams

I can't imagine being an insomniac; sleep has never been a problem for me. Almost every night like clockwork Bob wakes up around 2:30 or 3 and turns on the bedside lamp and starts reading a book and will read for at least a couple of hours. Most nights, I'll wake up, glance at him …

Box Score

My 2020-2021 stats say something and nothing, like most stats about most things. You had to be there. Still, you get the idea. And these are mine, not Leslie's. She tracks hers like E.F. Hutton, the old-fashioned way, with a pen or pencil. I use a computer, which takes the data from my Garmin Alpha …

Weathering the Storm

Moving forward. Going backwards, uphill, and slowly descending. Last hunt of 2020 for us was yesterday, I followed Bob around the chukar hills just like the old days. Camera in hand. No shotgun. Winter is my favorite time to be out there. It's quiet. Following tracks of ghosts of deer, elk, and birds. Detective work. …