Challenge: Take a Newcomer Hunting

Challenge: Take a Newcomer Hunting

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I remember it like it was just this morning. I couldn’t have been much more than 6, maybe 7 years old. We lived on Florence Street in Redford on the northwest edge of Detroit, and right across Hazelton Street was the winding wildgrounds of the mighty Rouge River that called my name loud and clear and all of the time.

 

It may have well been the uncharted jungles of Mozambique for all I could have known or cared, for its big timber, towering forests, snag-nasty tanglezones of thick scrub and impenetrable bush, tall, steep hills and deep, dark valleys, all its magnificent wildness and mystifying critters lured me as powerfully as anything can lure a human being.

At first,…



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