Great White Hunter

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
- Housman

So, we live just down the road from the Cascade foothills, whch are teeming with wildlife.

That's a manly collection of antlers, but I want to know the story of how he bagged those humongous frittilaries.

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