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Glitter in the City

Posted on by John Shewey / Comments Off on Glitter in the City

A Bejeweled Invader Story and Photos by John Shewey Mom might have been the first hummingbird feeder in Saint Anthony. We moved there from California in 1970, a time when providing sugar water in glass feeders for bedazzling
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Shotgun on the Schoolbus

Posted on by Gary Oberbillig / Comments Off on Shotgun on the Schoolbus

A Normal Thing Back Then By Gary Oberbillig When I was a high school kid in  rural Idaho in the 1950s, several times each week during the pheasant hunting season I would take up my twelve-gauge shotgun from
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Bases Loaded

Posted on by Alice Schenk / Comments Off on Bases Loaded

Hitting the Grand Slam Story and Photos by Alice Schenk I love lists. They’re an aid to constancy—the stickability that carries me through situations and sections of life in a manner more focused than I might otherwise be.
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The Grand Slam

Posted on by Tom Lopez / Comments Off on The Grand Slam

Spring Training in the Mountains Story and Photos by Tom Lopez The author, a noted Idaho mountaineer, coined the term “the Grand Slam” for four peaks in the Boise area that are prized by climbers. Here, he describes
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Austin Goes West

Posted on by Les Tanner / Leave a comment

I’ve got one,” Austin said quietly as I was in the middle of a cast. I looked up to see my oldest grandson standing knee-deep in the cold water, a few yards upstream from where I was fishing—and sure enough, his fly rod was bent into a big curve. He definitely had a fish on.

I was surprised that Austin was so calm. But he was a cool kid, even at eleven years old—and he remained cool in spite of the fact that he had hooked his first trout of the day. Continue reading

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