One afternoon while we were camping, my son was shooting his bow at a target, and starting to feel really confident in his archery skills. Later that day as we were hiking, he proudly proclaimed that he wanted to sleep in the hammock that night with some hot dogs in his pockets, so he could:
A.- Attract a bear into camp with the hot dog smell.
B.- Shoot the bear with his bow and arrow and be a hero.
Don't you just love the mind of eight year old boys? They think they're soooo tough. Late that evening, we all sat around the campfire drying the kids' socks and making smores for dessert. It was the perfect night for gazing into the fire. The air was still, the moon was high, the stars were bright, and we were all bundled up in our camp chairs. Then my father- in- law began to tell tales of days gone by.