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In hunting season, ponder the solemnity of death

Weeds

November 14, 2012
By Randy Krzmarick , The Journal

A couple Saturdays ago, I was returning a bale rack to buddy Greg Roiger. The day fit the description of "November" - overcast, low clouds, chill on the landscape. I was driving slowly, lest the rack start jerking left and right. Late fall air is refreshing; so the heater was on, but the window was open. Not much on the radio, it was quiet except for the truck engine. As I headed down toward the Cottonwood, the fields turned into woods.

 
 
 

 

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