The Deer Hunter

by: Jeffrey Ferris

In Sayre with a Trophy

In 1954, when I was eleven years old, my grandparents lived in Pennsylvania in an area that had a deep tradition of hunting of all sorts but especially deer-hunting. The first day of the deer season was a universal holiday for all the men around Sayre, Pennsylvania. If possible, my father drove to Sayre to go hunting with his father every year. As soon as I was old enough to be trusted with a gun, I joined the annual hunt. Legally you were supposed to be twelve or thirteen, but I began hunting when I was eleven. Grandpa took me under his wing and became my hunting mentor....

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Eternal Spring

by: Jeffrey Ferris

Frau Schmidt always arose at seven-thirty. However, before first light her cat Schatzi would watch the open window of their bedroom in hopes of surprising a hummingbird in the nearby flowering bushes. The window was always left open at night because the nighttime temperature in Panajachel, Guatemala, is usually like a balmy spring evening in Frau Schmidt's hometown of Stuttgart in southwest Germany. She hadn’t seen Stuttgart since 1945 when she had fled her war-ravaged native land for refuge in Guatemala....

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