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Six decades and still growing
Shortly after my spaniel Rosie and I sauntered into the house after a long and sweaty upland bird hunt, Jenn said, “What is that god awful smell?” “Rosie rolled in some unidentifiable thing,” I noted. “No, I mean the really bad smell,” she said, while plugging her nose. “Oh, it’s probably just my hu
Last updated on May 03, 23
Posted on Oct 21, 21
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Haliburton, Ontario, Canada
Hunter, angler, outdoors writer, humour columnist -- man of leisure and, formerly, leisure suits. An editor at Ontario Outdoors, he sidelines for The Observer writing humour about the great outdoors.
