We have arrived at the favorite, holiday season of the year for rifle hunters. The cool, crisp morning air gently lightens by the touch of the sun preparing to rise. With a glance or two of your watch, you see the seconds click off in anticipation of taking aim on a deer — then the popping of gunshots echo through the hills and the hunt begins!
The room was gathered with assorted characters dressed in camouflage and drab, earthen clothing. Kind eyes greeted me as I was introduced to the group, followed by hearty handshakes. We shared introductions, which lead into some good laughs and identifying stories, building rapport and placing us in familiar situations and places of our shared history. I sat, listened, joked, and shared in the friendly ribbing as genuine bonds formed.