The Haunted Hunt
by WilliamCrisp
It was a Friday during late October circa 1985, I wanted to hunt but I had to finish work first. My boss at my first job needed some tasks done before the weekend and I had promised a homeowner on my side job that he’d be able to have his party on his new deck by Saturday.
So, I admit I was a little more tired than normal by the time my truck was loaded and I was headed through the inky dark towards “my” mountain.
(Full story in the Cameron County Echo on the news stand)