A Bowhunting REUNION
I have a bad short-term memory. I forget details about appointments and conversations and a lot of other day-to-day stuff. I do, however, have some capacity to recall events from years ago, and some memories are so clear I can drill them down to the day they happened.
Like Sept. 23, 1995. That was a bowhunting day I’ll never forget. My boss at the time, Pat Durkin, let me hunt on a property near his home, and that morning he led me in the darkness to
