Originally Written October 25, 2015 I find myself in an increasing familiar place, the back fields of a farm. The soft crunch of acorns under foot belies the bounty of this fall. Fresh tracks of turkey, deer, raccoon, skunk, and coyotes appear clear as writing on a page along the single lane dirt road I'm traveling. The crisp cool air hints at the coming winter and everyone is eager to gather enough calories to make it through next season's deep snow. Passing from a stand