By C. H. Daniels Words and Images by C. H. Daniels It was a cool, gray day in late January—custom-made for fireplaces, bird dogs, and strong whiskey. Too cool for a light jacket, but too warm for a proper coat. Occasionally, the gloomy, drizzle-laden clouds would part, and wisps of cirrus clouds drifted past streaks …...

By C.H. Daniels We gather in the cool dawn along the banks of the Etowah River to greet them as they filter in across the damp, grassy clearing. The Etowah is hardly a river at this point actually, more a large stream. But we label it so because humans are fond of taxonomy. It provides …...