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In the deer stand, we remember how much of life’s richness exists in memory and anticipation. by Ron Rindo From the September/October 2011 Issue It’s difficult to communicate the joy I feel seated alone in the darkness of northern Wisconsin on the third Saturday of November. |
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Wherein is discovered the restorative power of literature—on the menu, in the tent, in the dizzying heights of the tree stand. by Kurt Cox From the September/October 2011 Issue Getting an epic-sized backpack and myself deep into the wilderness is pure muscle memory, because I’m sure not in bear-hunting condition. |
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Mind travels in Southeast Alaska. article and photography by Terry Wieland From the September/October 2011 Issue As the Alaskan Grandeur slowly worked her way down the east side of Admiralty Island, I stood on deck in the lee of the bridge, sheltering from the rain, peering through the mist. |
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A photographic essay. by Dusan Smetana From the September/October 2011 Issue There’s a lot of empty country under that big sky. Steep and rugged, cold and windy. |
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A photographic essay. by Denver Bryan From the September/October 2011 Issue Whitetails evolved to disappear in thick woods. And then the snow comes, and with it the rut. |
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