Twinky

Yesterday afternoon I went hunting for the first time in over a decade with my brother in the hills behind Boulder, MT.  We drove around some crumby roads and hiked up a steep slope while clicking away at a GPS trying to ride slivers of public land trying to avoid private and reach the chunk of block management we were registered to access.  Angel poop snowflakes were dancing in the gusty wind of twilight.  We saw three does and a tiny one-by-two buck he had nicknamed 'Twinky.'

Even though we did not get anything, it was a refreshing experience of being a St. Clair.  We cracked jokes about our uncle every time one of us would snap a twig underfoot.

'Now goddamnit be quiet...' we would say in our best Arnold whisper.

I look forward to getting out again.