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Presented by High Adventure Company: Gallo, gallo! Cast quickly!” yelled Santos.

Presented by High Adventure Company: The late Harry Middleton (1949-1993) was a good friend, but I must also acknowledge he was and remains as enigmatic and elusive as a wild brown trout in the Great Smokies.

Presented by High Adventure Company: The Au Sable springs from Otsego and Roscommon and then consolidates itself near Grayling before venturing forth on its long ramble home to Lake Huron. Along its tangled edges the dark forest rises deep and verdant in random stands of popple and maple and birch. Rich, young pin oaks fill the myriad patches of overgrown clearcut, along with all the other new growth that together provide habitat for the grouse that brought Betsy and me here for so many years on our annual October odyssey.

Presented by High Adventure Company: Peter Grant turned off the road where the graveled surface ended. This spot had once been occupied by a house trailer, but the owners had long since towed it away, much to the betterment of the countryside. Now the only view was of woods in every direction.

Presented by High Adventure Company: Even now, I can feel the lucid silence of a cedar swamp – tomblike, tangled, ancient as the Book. And above the swamp the brown ridge rests in perpetual peace. This is the ridge eastward of peeled spruce cabin, whose walls blend more and more with the surroundings as the seasons mellow them.

Presented by High Adventure Company: It was the prelude to perfection. We were an hour out of Casper on the maiden of the pronghorn season, and on the high eastern rim of the plain, the promise of day was borne. Clean and clear in the keen, cold air. It was still too dark to see, except the silhouette of a barred owl in a low, snagly tree.

Presented by High Adventure Company: Down at the Plaza de Mayo, the Argentines are beating each other with sticks. The Peronists have stormed their own headquarters and will not come out until they call a bomb threat on themselves. We are a couple of miles away at El Aeroparque Jorge Newberry, and the pilots are on strike.

Presented by High Adventure Company: The city of London is big. Really big. Over seven million residents. Nearly 12,000 folks per square mile. Like New York City, it’s wide-open, sizzling, rocking and rolling around-the-clock. On the other hand, Kathy and I are not big-city types. Got a stoplight and a Wal-Mart? That’s big enough city for us.

Presented by Bernard+Associates: In 1908, residents of Coahuila, Mexico, lived in fear of a large male grizzly that had laid claim to a stretch of road leading into the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Vaqueros in the region avoided moving their stock down the road, which was known as Camino Real. Those who traveled Real were faced with the possibility of a dangerous encounter with the legendary bruin.

Presented by Bernard+Associates: Apart, as the dogs beneath them did, the moment they were born. They number only four and sooner than later now – when my own days are spent, and the better part of me lies there with them  – I expect at most but six. Could I live long enough to breed and have and hunt over another hundred, I know as a dog man there could be only a small few more.