In the Holston River below the confluence of its north and south forks is Strum Island. An abundance of whitetail deer, turkey, squirrel, raccoon, and rabbit find retreat there. So do grouse, coyote, bobcat and bear. The river sports catfish, red-eye, perch, smallmouth and otter. Ducks, geese, heron and cormorant ply above. Even bald eagles have returned. These are the diary entries, tales, and memories that are conceived, birthed, and reared in and around this Tennessee mountain sanctuary.
posted by Mike Faulk @ 4:49 PM
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I was taught to work harder because there's always somebody smarter, take personal responsibility because it may really be your fault, know what you believe and why, put back more than you take, dare to stick your neck out, be kind to widows, orphans and dogs, and never forget there is a reason God gave you two ears and only one mouth.
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