One shot and many memories
Last weekend, while hiking in the woods, I was surprised to realize that hunting season now includes Sundays. I was ill-prepared: tromping through the trees in a brown sweater, my dogs bounding about with no safety gear. It had been a long time since I’d been in the woods as a hunter, and somehow, I’d missed the memo. That realization sent me down memory lane to my short and fearless stint as a hunter. The “fearless” part is said entirely tongue-in-cheek. What I did have was time with my dad, uncles, and cousins, and those hours were worth more than any trophy. Hunting season ...