by William Falo I guided the drone toward the three fox kits. There was no sign of the mother. I snapped a lot of photos then directed it back toward me until I saw someone looking up at the drone. Flying a drone in a national park was illegal. The fines steep. My hands shook and the woods began to Read More
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Hibernation
by William Falo With gear packed and a rifle strapped to my back, I headed to mountain lion country in the snow-covered hills. It wasn’t long before my muscles ached. Dark clouds formed on the horizon after I huffed and puffed up the first hill. The approaching storm looked worse than they predicted. At the summit of the hill, I Read More