I wanted to hunt birds when a boy. Problem was no one would take me hunting. Dad tried but hunting wasn’t in his blood. And so my hunting adventures lay
I wanted to hunt birds when a boy. Problem was no one would take me hunting. Dad tried, but hunting wasn’t in his blood. And, so, my hunting adventures lay
Rounding a curve on Hwy. 107 [in Oconee County], I saw water spurting from handsome stonework set in a mountain. Moody Spring, I knew we’d stop. I had no qualms