dennyducet (56)in #flintlock • 4 years ago • NoneTribute to a Virtuoso: Tim MitchellA special thank you to my beautiful wife, Alina Aldobrando, who penned the words in this tribute and put my thoughts…dennyducet (56)in #flintlock • 5 years ago • NoneFlintlock Winter Woods, MontanaOur latest video on traditional muzzle loading. Snow and cold has never stopped these good old boys and gals from…dennyducet (56)in #engagement • 5 years ago • NoneProposal Amidst PeaksThere really are no words for me to add to this video she made for me. I will admit, I cried too. She said…dennyducet (56)in #nature • 5 years ago • NoneA Fall SplendorThe season Autumn has forever captivated me. As a boy, I played amongst the leaves and drank the sweet scent of wetted…dennyducet (56)in #video • 5 years ago • NoneThe Revenant Montana - Custom Flintlock Black Powder Rifle Shootingdennyducet (56)in #poetry • 6 years ago • NonePassing StormUnfurling of black the heaviest of clouds, Passing away with its torrent, Removed now is this boiling shroud.…dennyducet (56)in #flintlock • 6 years ago • NoneTrade Gun North Star Kitdennyducet (56)in #muzzleloader • 6 years ago • NoneMuzzloaders: March in MontanaFlintlocks and traditional muzzleloaders in Montana. March 2019. Video by Denny Ducet. There is an indescribable…dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago • NoneWhen the Land Belonged to GodHaving spent considerable time over the last two decades as a youth, and young man on the plains, I can only strain to…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NonePlains DuskUpon the summer plains a bowl of gold is poured. The evening setting of a cooling sun having blazed to scorch the…dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago • NoneRide, Shoot Straight, Speak the TruthMy father began taking me into the Mountains of the Sierra Nevada when I was young. I was 4 or 5 on my first fishing…dennyducet (56)in #winter • 6 years ago • NoneLand of No ShadowNo shadows cast, no darkened figure follows. Gray cold air hangs still on lightless morns, Leafless tree silhouettes…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NonePriceI tread along a narrow path upon the rim of alpine bowl, Above snowfields, among cold monoliths a howling wind does…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NoneA Well In Us Does DwellI do not know if all is well in the depths of the well that inside of me does dwell. A Pyrrhic victory, over my…dennyducet (56)in #encouragement • 6 years ago • NoneTo SleepPerhaps you are there now, at that intersection of wake and sleep, a moment before you cross the threshold into…dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago • NoneI’m Like YouI’m just like you brother; old bones, wrapped in aged meat and scarred flesh, a vessel holding the remnant pieces of a…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NoneJustice HandA 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…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NoneLetterAn envelope of night is closed upon the letter of my life. Sealed upon that script writ in blood of days gone by…dennyducet (56)in #writing • 6 years ago • NoneFatigue BeyondThere’s a fatigue that is beyond the weariness of physical exhaustion. It is a tiredness of the soul, a dying drive…dennyducet (56)in #poem • 6 years ago • NonePetrachorThere is an aroma of such I shall never bore; the fragrant scent of cloud born petrachor. Such a perfume as this man…
