Tag Archives: David Armand

Fires

1. I was younger than you are now, probably by at least two years, when I told my brother to stick a key in the electrical socket in our room. I sat behind him and pretended we were driving down … Continue reading

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After Quail Hunting

In this picture, a .410’s in my hand, pointing skyward. I’m wearing camouflage. I’m eight years old. In my left hand, I’m holding a couple of quail that we shot in a field behind our single-wide— the same trailer where … Continue reading

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Blood River, Springfield, Louisiana

I’m hauling the boat I just bought last summer behind my little pickup truck down Highway 22, my wife and kids behind me in her van, when I turn off onto a muddy gravel road leading to a boat launch … Continue reading

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Early Morning in the Marsh

After we toss the black plastic decoys we paddle out across the marsh, the gray horizon giving way to orange as the sun wheels up above the reeds. Their stalks are black silhouettes against the cold, early-morning sky as a … Continue reading

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