My dad and I were out on the boat just past the north launch heading southwest down the Northern Leg. Dad had already started trolling a spoonplug and I was just kind of zoned out, staring at the sky, when I see a red-tailed hawk. Before I can even call it out to pops, the feathered fiend shrieks a war cry and dives towards the water. Hawks don’t do much fishing, which is why this is so crazy – there was a snake swimming on the surface and the hawk snatched it right out of the drink. We both watched it fly away with the snake squirming in its talons. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d call it unbelievable.
This has been the fourteenth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
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– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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