﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><!--RSS Genrated: Sun, 17 May 2026 10:39:39 GMT--><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:ev="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/event/"><channel><title>Tom Reed</title><link>https://www.backcountryhunters.org:443/media/rss/author/672/tom-reed</link><atom:link href="https://www.backcountryhunters.org:443/media/rss/author/672/tom-reed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><description>RSS document</description><item><dc:creator><![CDATA[Tom Reed]]></dc:creator><title><![CDATA[The Last Chicken]]></title><link>https://www.backcountryhunters.org/media/details/the-last-chicken</link><description><![CDATA[ By  Tom Reed 
 
   
 
 That morning Duane shared the land with me. It was his place. Had been his place, his family’s place year after year after year. Sure, it was public land, but it felt like it ...]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2015 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>https://www.backcountryhunters.org/media/details/the-last-chicken</guid><dc:identifier><![CDATA[f8832120-1703-4cca-a56d-f8cfefbfe6c9-6142]]></dc:identifier></item><item><dc:creator><![CDATA[Tom Reed]]></dc:creator><title><![CDATA[The Last Chicken]]></title><link>https://www.backcountryhunters.org/media/details/the-last-chicken-1</link><description><![CDATA[ By  Tom Reed 
 
  
 
 That morning Duane shared the land with me. It was his place. Had been his place, his family’s place year after year after year. Sure, it was public land, but it felt like it ...]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2014 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>https://www.backcountryhunters.org/media/details/the-last-chicken-1</guid><dc:identifier><![CDATA[f8832120-1703-4cca-a56d-f8cfefbfe6c9-6346]]></dc:identifier></item></channel></rss>