More Adventures of Bruno and Bowser

By Stephen B. Hughes and Vicki Garner

A sequel to his first book, Mr. Hughes brings the reader more adventures of his fun times growing up with Bruno and Bowser. For the author, his life was full of camping and getting to know the various critters in and around his Dixon Branch home. In this book, there is everything from groundhogs to bobcats to beavers and even a pesky lizard. There is also a ghost story that will bring chills to your bones. Above everything else, this book will bring a smile to your lips and maybe even a longing to be on an adventure of your own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496944771

Stephen B. Hughes

Author Stephen B. Hughes continues his childhood, mostly fictional accounts of adventures with his two beloved dogs, Bruno and Bowser, in this sequel to “The Adventures of Bruno A. Dogg and Bowser T. Houn’.” After retirement, the author has stayed very busy not only writing about his doggy adventures but also writing original songs. He has even completed a music CD and won first place with several of his compositions. He believes life to be an adventure that should be shared with all who have an interest in the outdoors and a love for nature.

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More Adventures

of

Bruno and Bowser

STEPHEN B. HUGHES

ILLUSTRATED BY: VICKI GARNER

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/08/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-4476-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-4477-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014918075

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Contents

Chapter 1

Grantby Groundhog

Chapter 2

Campin’ by the Creek: Gettin’ Ready

Chapter 3

Campin’ by the Creek: Critters in the Woods

Chapter 4

Campin’ by the Creek: Pap Arrives

Chapter 5

Campin’ By the Creek: Goin’ Home

Chapter 6

Ginseng Huntin’

Chapter 7

Ghost Huntin’

Chapter 8

Marbles and a Lizard

Glossary of Peculiar Terms

This book is

dedicated to Penny, my wife, to Mom, and to all my children and grandchildren.

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Chapter 1

Grantby Groundhog

A great thing about growin’ up on Dixon Branch Road was that there was plenty of water everywhere. We had water from our well pumped into our home, a small spring for drinkin’ and haulin’ water, a big pond behind our house, and little branches circlin’ all over the place. They were great for playin’ and swimmin’ and runnin’ in and through. With all this water, there, of course, were associated critters who liked the water almost as much as Bruno, Bowser, and I did.

Once while Bruno, Bowser, and I were shootin’ skeeters off the top of one of our favorite little branches, we had an excitin’ experience that will most likely remain with us till the day we die. I had not had my new blue and white Daisy BB gun too long. It had been a gift from Santa the previous Christmas. I was always a pretty good shot. I must have inherited that ability from my dad who had been a sharpshooter for the marines in the last world war.

At any rate while I was pluckin’ off skeeter legs in that branch, Bowser said to me that he thought he heard a high pitched whistlin’ sound. The sound had come from upstream. Since we were downwind, the sound was easier to detect. I asked Bruno if he had heard it, but he had fallen asleep since killin’ skeeters was a little borin’ for him. I woke Bruno up and he groggily agreed that he also thought he heard somebody or something whistlin’ in the not too far distance.

We decided to check out the origin of the whistlin’ sound. So, slowly and carefully,