Posts by troutvalley

The dove came as a single, swooping down and in, then back up banking to its left once it realized this was a killing field. My father shouldered his Sweet Sixteen and fired. Darling, the faithful black lab awaited instruction, but I could not. I broke like an untrained puppy, even though he’d told me…

The day after my wife’s birthday, I was supposed to call Bob Neill and schedule a date and time for him to come to me, or for me to go to him, to record a podcast together. I had grown up reading his books, totally immersed in the various sagas and adventures of The Jakes.…