Whitesburg KY

Struttin’ Time

The past grows old, but never dies

Sitting here on these cold windy, snowy, mornings looking at pictures of our hunting and fishing trips of the past reminds me what my Grandpa Duncil told me. “Stevie,” he said, “things change daily, we just don’t pay attention. Take that little stream coming out of the mountain. Last week it was a foot over to the left.” I have […]

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