Season Incognito: The Hunting Hobo

 

by William Crisp

 

I am, notionally, scribing this article on a piece of bark while deeply embedded in a clandestine area of the forest. I am carefully concealed by camouflage, scent control spray, cigar smoke, and a rolled over keg…not in that order. This communication shall be encrypted and burst out during a one second window to the internet by secure means. Please burn it after reading.

(Full Story available on the newsstands, in this week’s Cameron County Echo)

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