to grandpa’s old tan suburban, his hunting rig of choice. i step out of the heated truck and breathe in the clear cold air. as i grab my rifle and duffel from the pickup box i pause, and gaze up at the brilliant canopy of stars. orion the hunter watches over me. a hint of wood-smoke is in the air and my boots crunch the carpet of leaves as i make my way across the lawn. deer camp!
i lug my pack through the door and am instantly greeted by familiar voices, smiles and hugs. i work my way through the gathering of family and friends to set my rifle with 