SALE CREEK, Tenn. — This is one of those stories that I don’t care if you read or not. I am selfishly writing this story for myself, not for you.
You see, I’m a writer. True writers are compelled to pour out their feelings in words. Sometimes it is important for us to do that to benefit others, we hope. But sometimes we write simply because it is medicine for our soul. It’s an obsession, probably not too much different than a junkie who needs a fix.
A few days ago I had to let my favorite hunting companion, Britney, leave this world…