Matthew Stratton

I have a house that needs cleaning, planters that need mulching and a book that needs writing, but none of these got done last week. Instead, I was cleaning my rifle, counting my ammunition and sharpening my favorite knife. I had them with me on Saturday morning, before it was anywhere close to warm or light, when I hiked out to a place known to my family and friends. By 10 a.m., my hands were bloody. more

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