When I was an owl hooter, Not-So-Much once told me the most dangerous thing I would encounter in the woods was not bears, wolves or even cougars; it was people. I didn’t believe him. That was until we were confronted by several men deep in the forest. Though it was not hunting season, they were dressed in camo and carrying guns. Big guns. I wouldn’t say their really big freak’n guns were aimed at us, but they weren’t aimed away either.
“What are you two doing out here?” Rambo asked as his band of not so merry men looked us up and down.
“Marking timber and property lines,” responded Not-So-Much.
I kept my mouth shut, but wondered why Not-So-Much had lied.
“Which timber company?” Rambo asked, unconvinced.
“Longview Fiber.”
Rambo studied us for a few long seconds then nodded and lowered his gun. “Good, ’cause we’d have to shoot you if you was one of them owl hooters.”
