. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman
Racoon Hunting With The Kids.
William, loaded and ready for Bear!! We took my 3 year old William and my 5 year old Nephew Landon Racoon hunting. First night time hound hunting trip for them, they had a ball.
A flashlight, glow stick around the neck so daddy can track him, snacks, and Juice, all you need for Coon Huntin'
Looking at the treed Coon.
William, Landon, Layton, and Hannah with their prize. They will have stories for a month now.
William, loaded and ready for Bear!! We took my 3 year old William and my 5 year old Nephew Landon Racoon hunting. First night time hound hunting trip for them, they had a ball. 
A flashlight, glow stick around the neck so daddy can track him, snacks, and Juice, all you need for Coon Huntin'
Looking at the treed Coon.
William, Landon, Layton, and Hannah with their prize. They will have stories for a month now.
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