Thanksgiving is just around the corner. It is a time to reflect on all the many things for which we are thankful. I quite vividly remember hunting season also at this time of the year. We always waited until after the first frost as it seems the game tasted better then. Dad taught us at about age twelve how to hunt with much emphasis on safety. We walked the field and woods in a firm line so no one ran the risk of being shot accidentally. As we got older, Thanksgiving morning was a special hunting experience with several other guys our age from nearby farms. It was an annual tradition and one that I cherish. Most of the fun was a brisk hike on a cold morning, laughing and have a good time together. Thanksgiving dinner was usually early evening just after the animals were fed.