Do Any of You Know What It's Like...

watching the first season of "The Deadliest Catch" while you're currently living in Alaska, then going out in rainy, windy weather in a tiny skiff to pull the last crab pot of the season? When you get there you find that you've caught a King that's an inch or two over the legal limit, so you hurry to D'Harts to buy a nice bottle of New Z eland Sauvignon Blanc wine, run home to clean and cook the crab, and after you've finished the most excellent meal of your life you return to watch the next season of "The Deadliest Catch". Do you know what it's like? Well I do...

Traveling Through The Dark

Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing; she had stiffened already, almost cold. I dragged her off; she was large in the belly. My fingers touching her side brought me the reason-- her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, never to be born. Beside that mountain road I hesitated. The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; under the hood purred the steady engine.. I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; around our group I could hear the wilderness listen. I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--, then pushed her over the edge into the river. William Stafford