The (feature) hunt

After a stop off at a quick assignment, I had the rest of the day to do what I wanted. A lot of things have been going through my head after returning from Haiti and getting back into the swing of things, so it was nice to just grab a cup of coffee, pop in some Bob Dylan (driving favorite along with Radiohead) and turn down roads I'd never been down. I kept passing these awesome and classic looking red barns, but no one was outside, or even inside for that matter. It seemed like everyone went on vacation at the same time.

So, heading further and further northwest from the paper, a truck was working its way along the edge of some trees when it stopped next to a deer blind. I found a dirt road in between a house and a barn and turned down, hoping the owners were in the truck and not looking out their window at some stranger heading on their property. I rounded a curve in the road and there stood a man with a gun.

I got out, told him about feature hunting and found out he and about 7 or so other guys were coyote hunting. So, I hung out with them and when they all said they were meeting up at 'the office' I asked to tag along. 'The office,' as the retired or laid off hunters called it, was Crumps Pump, a local pub where they rendezvous each day after the morning hunt to grab lunch and some cold beers.