...
When i lived in the KY, VA, TN Triangle, deep in the sticks of Appalachia
as an exchange student... my host family had a great house
with national forests starting right behind the house.....
...when squirrel season started friendly neigbors introduced
me to huntin´ ... gave me Fox Savage 16ga double and
a Dan Wesson 8" .357 as my guns for the year
what
and just told me that a smartass
well-educated young man like me would easily teach himself.
They told me the 4 rules...., AND they told me not to wander
deeper into the woods than like 2 miles and not to climb too
far up those steep hills... as the Bluegrass-State has many
Rednecks... some Ex-Vietnam ... that are commercially
growing pot as their only means of income....
...stories of armed-sentrys in harvest-season and grenade-bobbytraps
reinforced that warning......
Being only 16 years of age and a european citykid
i was smart enuff to follow their advice...
( .. oh man, i wish i was there now and could go huntin´instead
of sitting in my darn office.... a wallyworld box of No.4 ... some Dip...
...*sigh*)