"Let's sit and listen."
I did as Ron Outz said, moving closer to the campfire to warm my backside. It was cold outside, but the coolness seemed to clarify the October air.
The stars were never brighter. I stared up at them and focused my attention on the sounds of Ron's dogs far off in the river bottoms.
I wish I could describe for you the sound made by two redbone hounds chasing a coon on a cold winter night. If I could and you had never heard that sound, you would still know ...Read full story