A Christmas hunting trip

By Mark Lane Submitted to Corner Post

My wife and I took our sons hunting last week. Traipsing over the hillsides south of town, we had fun stalking our ever-elusive prey. We sent the boys ahead, whooping and hollering and chasing each other. This method of Christmas tree hunting not only flushes out trophy trees, when properly employed for periods of 45 minutes or so, participants more readily recognize the merits of an early bedtime. Thanks to the enthusiastic efforts of our three little flushers, we bagged a good one. The boys helped field-dress it and dragged back to the van. It’s now mounted in a stately pose in our living room.