"Further down the path a fisher-cat came out of the bushes 20 yards in front of me!"
I still clearly remember being 16 (the year before I entered the Navy), sitting under a tree with my brother who not too many years earlier returned from a year in Nam. Smoking a cigarette with a light snow on the ground we waited for a squirrel to appear. We had our own lives back then and we didn’t often sit down and talk all that often, but we did when we hunted. Those times were important, and all these years later they still return to me when I'm hunting these same woods alone.