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Whitetail
Drive
by Jack Paluh
With
the woods cloaked in a blanket of freshly fallen snow, the Native
Hunters plan their hunt. Each knows his position. The hollow-like
echoing of clattering bones and rattles can be heard as the drivers
push the whitetails. The bowmen keep a vigilant watch for the game
to come into arrow range. Broken is the peaceful silence of snowy
woods, as the cracking of branches is heard, thus, signaling the
archers - be ready. Winter brings not only its beauty and tranquility
but also its abundant harvest - so vital to the longhouse village.
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