The mid-morning pothole had proved to be as every bit productive as the old man's newfound friend promised. The three men finished their hunt in just over an hour and a half, each of them carrying out limits of large, northern mallards, wigeon, and a few delicious teal. Back at Jim's place, the three of …
The Old Man and Jake- Part 11
The old man looked into the bathroom mirror. Through the steam, he could see the wrinkled face looking back at him and he wondered where the time had gone. He sniffed the towel that he was drying off with and drew back quickly. "Ugh!", he said inwardly. He wondered how in the world the smell …
