It was just last week a friend told me he was discussing this weekly column with one of his close acquaintances. “I know who he is,” the other guy said, “he’s the one who puts pictures of dead animals in the paper.” Well, needless to say, that’s not what I wanted to hear. It would have been gratifying if he would have said “he’s the best outdoor writer ever,” but he didn’t.
It’s not about dead animals
It’s not about dead animals
It’s not about dead animals
It was just last week a friend told me he was discussing this weekly column with one of his close acquaintances. “I know who he is,” the other guy said, “he’s the one who puts pictures of dead animals in the paper.” Well, needless to say, that’s not what I wanted to hear. It would have been gratifying if he would have said “he’s the best outdoor writer ever,” but he didn’t.