Wandering Aimlessly, The Swamp Donkey
by Phil Burkhouse
It was late October, and Mary and I along with the two little Grovanz grandkids had been cutting some firewood on family land. We finished cutting and were heading home; it was around 1 p.m. on a beautiful Indian summer day. I rounded a corner on the dirt road and saw a very large deer standing broadside about 100 yards away.
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