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The Angry Awn

D. E. Larsen, DVM I glanced up the hill 100 yards, where Derek was moving through some high grass. There was a chill in the early morning of October air. This was the first weekend that I was free to hunt. We were carefully covering my favorite clearcut on the backside of Buck Mountain. AsContinue reading “The Angry Awn”

The Camping Trip that Wasn’t

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stood up to peddle harder as the last half mile was steeper. I wished I had one of those new bicycles with gears to shift. When the advertisement said you sell to your neighbors, they didn’t remind you that your neighbors were two miles away, uphill. At 12 years ofContinue reading “The Camping Trip that Wasn’t”

Saved by Daisy

D. E. Larsen, DVM “I just don’t know what is wrong with her, David,” Violet said. “She won’t jump up on the bed, and she cries if I try to pick her up.” Violet was one of my older clients. She was a tiny lady with snow-white hair, in her nineties, she was still veryContinue reading “Saved by Daisy”