A Long Winter’s Night – Hunter’s Soul

| December 27, 2012

The cool breath of autumn that arrives here in Nova Scotia sporadically in September, always makes me want to go hunting, and the drive gets stronger as the onset of Winter makes its presence known. Whether or not I plan to go afield with  intentions to take game, I find myself called to go and […]

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