CULTURE

The Preacher, the Poker Player, and Poppy

A humorous journal from a Texas hunting camp

Image comp by the Author. Photo by Bailey Alexander on Unsplash.

When I close my eyes, I no longer have visions of deer picking their way through the trees, and the voices in my head have completely stopped, but every now and then, I believe I can still catch the faint scent of a mesquite campfire off in the distance.