The shooting range at dawn in the spring after a night at the river.

Shoot Into The Mountain

     "A thousand things just poked my stomach!" 

     I was on my knees in the brush and my hands were in the frost. She wasn't a-lyin' but we roared like gorillas went we got to the top of the hill. When we found ourselves back down at the bottom she was bleeding. No one could say we didn 't do it right. And there were bruises and scabs to prove it if anyone ever doubted it. But most people probably wouldn't even care.       2010