Emmitt

  • Stolen Melody

       The late June sun was bearin’ down somethin’ fierce on the old wooden dock where Jessup Reed and I sat with our lines cast into the slow-movin’ waters of Paint Rock River in Jackson County. High above, a group of buzzards circled lazy-like against the clear blue sky, their dark wings spread wide as… Read more

  • Introduction: The Mystique of Buzzard DustIn the rich tapestry of American folk traditions, few substances have acquired the peculiar mystique that surrounds “buzzard dust.” This enigmatic material—associated with turkey vultures (*Cathartes aura*) and black vultures (*Coragyps atratus*), collectively known as “buzzards” in many parts of the United States—represents a fascinating intersection of natural observation, medicinal… Read more

  • I always say good when I’m asked how I’m doin’,Cause this always leaves.. room for improvin.. Emmitt Owens Read more