Monthly Archives: September 2011

Disappearance of Armor

I lost my good-luck travel necklace while loading the floatplane for a hunt. I took it down from a hook over my desk, with plans to fasten it around my neck as I walked the length of the dock to get to the truck and retrieve a box of 30-aught shells. When I got back […]

The Dak Makes It (read crashes in) To the Gas Dock

For a reason known only to my maker I can only write with my feet off the ground. A five-gallon bucket, foot stool, window sill – even a sleeping dog will do the trick. I knew one guy in New York who would dress up in his best suit before killing off a character. He […]