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I clearly remember that bone-chilling Saturday morning in the blind. The heat of a long hike made me welcome the cold at first, but within 5 minutes, I felt as if crystals of ice were forming under my nose.
My family has a knack for acquiring unexpected pets. The parakeets were the first. We were just babysitting the two birds for a couple days, but the owner did not want them back.
When fall finally arrived, I had been itching to go hunting for a month. Pa and I always set up a wall tent from an old 1930s logging camp. We set up our cots, belongings and Pa’s custom wood stove. Pa is always coming up with new things to improve the wood stove – a water reservoir, a pizza oven and even a thermostat that dings so he knows when to put wood on the fire. Best of all, the stove can really crank out the heat. When we come back from a day in the cold with the rain and snow, the stove is still holding heat from the morning. We fill it up with tamarack or white pine and the heat in the tent makes us so sleepy we can barely get dinner down before we’re crawling in the sack.
It is still dark as the boy quietly closes his truck door. Rifle in his hand and coyote on his mind, he starts on his way. Darkness and cold closes around him. The thermometer read 17 degrees when he left the house, but with this open-country breeze, it must be colder. His breath is a trail of vapor and his steps generate muffled crunches in the snow.
We are pleased to announce that the Spokane Dirty Realists (featuring authors Sherman Alexie, Jess Walter and Shann Ray Ferch) soundly defeated the Moscow SuperSonnets, 101-77, at HooPalousa at the University of Idaho on Tuesday. And, more importantly, this literary-themed basketball game attracted a good crowd and drew attention to its cause: an American Indian Graduate Fellowship in Creative Writing.
It's time for high schoolers to begin thinking about fame, fortune and the great outdoors. The Spokesman-Review is again joining the Outdoor Writers Association of America in sponsoring a contest for youth outdoor writing.
Paula Davis was 55 when she and her husband closed their auto-body repair business. Davis looked for a job. Employers told her she was dead in the water – no college degree, no experience they could see, though Davis had acquired plenty in the auto-body business: bookkeeper, hirer and firer of employees, customer relations professional.
The Get Lit! and Big Read numbers are in, and they’re impressive: • An estimated attendance of 3,000 for Get Lit!’s 50-plus events.
Here’s an acclaimed Afghan war memoir with a Spokane connection: “Taliban Shuffle: Strange Days in Afghanistan,” by Kim Barker. Barker’s byline is familiar to longtime readers of The Spokesman-Review, since she was a reporter for this paper from 1995 to 1998. She went on to become a reporter and, eventually, Afghan war correspondent for the Chicago Tribune.
Coug Hawkins is a 15-year-old kid who knows how to keep his cool and handle a gun like a pro. He even has his own bumper sticker that reads: “Who is Coug Hawkins?” The sticker adorns more than 100 cars in Washington state and surrounding areas, driven by fans of a boy dreamed up by Jesse Freels. “Coug is essentially me only bigger,” Freels admitted. Of course, Freels has never found himself in a life or death situation (or at least none that he disclosed) nor has he ever had to shoot anyone.
A story by Brook Tingey, a junior at Lakeland High School in Rathdrum, has been judged the best of 299 entries to win The Spokesman-Review’s 2010 Outdoor Writing Contest for high school students. In “Wild goose chase,” Tingey explains that perfection isn’t required for a memorable father-daughter waterfowl hunt.
There were 20 seconds left, 19, 18… My fingers scrambled with the different colored wires. Ten seconds until the entire building is blown into oblivion. My life flashed before my eyes and I began to prepare myself for certain doom. With time running out, I began to pull on random wires, hoping to unarm the bomb… 3, 2, 1…