By the third hour the man at the next bench had pushed his muffs down around his neck, where they hung like a collar, and I watched him squint through glasses that had fogged over twice since breakfast. He said…
The sound I remember is the click of a dozen bolts being worked open at the same moment. Someone down the line had called the break, and one after another the actions came back, silver and plain, until the whole…
Four of us arrived at the same edge of the same colony within ten minutes of each other, and within ten more the trouble had started. Two rifles were calling the same dog from different benches, a third shooter had…