I grew up on a small dairy farm in the Midwest, a place I called the valley of the fox. Locals called it God's Country.
Growing up, we had no phone, no electricity. Roads became impassable with heavy clay mud in spring. My neighbors were bears, bobcats, deer, badgers and, of course, the fox. Our main diet consisted of potatoes, milk, and bread--all still my favorite foods. Back then, this was the good life.
Today I am the best canoeist in all of North America (a little tongue-in-cheek there, but that's another story).
My biggest achievement has been in winning over my wife.
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by Al Louis
Short Story: Hilarious account of what happens when an adventure with the self-styled "best canoeist in North America, maybe the world," goes wrong. Unexpected developments that end on a high note.
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