1968 by Grove Koger


1968


Tires piled out back.

Stink of old oil.

Saturday night and Coors

and fishing Charlie Creek

up north. All that

shit. Male bonding,

I'm told, essential to

the development of the

male psyche. So Frank

shot a buck one afternoon

and his wife the next

morning. Her father, the

sheriff, was first

on the scene.



Grove Koger is the author of When the Going Was Good: A Guide to the 99 Best Narratives of Travel, Exploration, and Adventure (Scarecrow Press, 2002) and Assistant Editor of Art Patron Magazine and Deus Loci: The Lawrence Durrell Journal. He blogs at worldenoughblog.wordpress.com.