• dennyducet (56)in #flintlock • 5 years ago

  Flintlock Winter Woods, Montana

  Our latest video on traditional muzzle loading. Snow and cold has never stopped these good old boys and gals from heading out into the winter woods of Montana for campfire grub…

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• dennyducet (56)in #engagement • 5 years ago

  Proposal Amidst Peaks

  There really are no words for me to add to this video she made for me. I will admit, I cried too. She said, "Yes"....and I am the luckiest man in the world because of it.

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• dennyducet (56)in #nature • 5 years ago

  A Fall Splendor

  The season Autumn has forever captivated me. As a boy, I played amongst the leaves and drank the sweet scent of wetted Aspen leaves, slick upon the quiet floor of the Absarokas.…

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• dennyducet (56)in #video • 5 years ago

  The Revenant Montana - Custom Flintlock Black Powder Rifle Shooting

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• dennyducet (56)in #poetry • 6 years ago

  Passing Storm

  Unfurling of black the heaviest of clouds, Passing away with its torrent, Removed now is this boiling shroud. Behind this place no more torment. Glimmers of fresh light…

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• dennyducet (56)in #flintlock • 6 years ago

  Trade Gun North Star Kit

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• dennyducet (56)in #muzzleloader • 6 years ago

  Muzzloaders: March in Montana

  Flintlocks and traditional muzzleloaders in Montana. March 2019. Video by Denny Ducet. There is an indescribable calm that comes with the methodical loading ritual of these…

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• dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago

  When the Land Belonged to God

  Having spent considerable time over the last two decades as a youth, and young man on the plains, I can only strain to imagine the descriptions one reads in the accounts of the…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  Plains Dusk

  Upon the summer plains a bowl of gold is poured. The evening setting of a cooling sun having blazed to scorch the day, calmly slips to sleep beyond horizon far. Stillness…

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• dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago

  Ride, Shoot Straight, Speak the Truth

  My father began taking me into the Mountains of the Sierra Nevada when I was young. I was 4 or 5 on my first fishing trip, where I bloodied my hands on rusty treble hooks…

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• dennyducet (56)in #winter • 6 years ago

  Land of No Shadow

  No shadows cast, no darkened figure follows. Gray cold air hangs still on lightless morns, Leafless tree silhouettes rattle in foggy hollow. Hoar frost on snow adorns.…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  Price

  I tread along a narrow path upon the rim of alpine bowl, Above snowfields, among cold monoliths a howling wind does growl. Glacial ice draped upon the shoulders of this giant…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  A Well In Us Does Dwell

  I do not know if all is well in the depths of the well that inside of me does dwell. A Pyrrhic victory, over my spirit did quell. The origins of feeling, where one does draw…

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• dennyducet (56)in #encouragement • 6 years ago

  To Sleep

  Perhaps you are there now, at that intersection of wake and sleep, a moment before you cross the threshold into dreams. Falling upon you are the chains of uncertainties, weights…

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• dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago

  I’m Like You

  I’m just like you brother; old bones, wrapped in aged meat and scarred flesh, a vessel holding the remnant pieces of a shattered spirit. There is nothing grand or unique, no…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  Justice Hand

  A man rode up on his horse, And he said, “Son, grab yourself a gun”. I said, “Sir I don’t have one and how is this right? Who am I to take who’s life in this fight?” He…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  Letter

  An envelope of night is closed upon the letter of my life. Sealed upon that script writ in blood of days gone by, Calligraphy of text penned by the divine. Who will hear the…

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• dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago

  Fatigue Beyond

  There’s a fatigue that is beyond the weariness of physical exhaustion. It is a tiredness of the soul, a dying drive, a dragging of the spirit, a sense of breathlessness, a…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago

  Petrachor

  There is an aroma of such I shall never bore; the fragrant scent of cloud born petrachor. Such a perfume as this man has never made. Impossible to capture the scent emitting…

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• dennyducet (56)in #poetry • 6 years ago

  Lament

  Will streams upon my cheeks that flow, Ever cease to spring for the other half of my old soul? Tumbling, falling from windows through which I peer. These droplets of my…

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