January 12, 2011

One of my earliest memories of my Grandpa Bud involved sitting on an old metal stool inside his backyard shop. Surrounded by gun parts, tools, reloading components, and the myriad other items Grandpa had collected over the years, I would watch in wonder as he took bullets, brass, primers, and powder, and married them into completed ammunition. [...]
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October 15, 2010
As I made my final turn into camp, I was acutely aware of the emotions trips previous had garnered. I was, however, unsettled. Where there should have existed optimism, contentment, and a sense of whole, I only felt unsettled conflict and anxiety. Such feelings were historically nonexistent. Indeed, the drive into the familiar surroundings of Sumpter, Oregon and [...]
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