In my childhood home hung a framed hunting scene, probably taken from a European calendar, depicting two fellows with doubles, knee-deep in a marsh and their mongrel dog. My father wasn't a hunter, but when I became one, the notion of a double as the quintessential gun stuck with me.

I recently unpacked that scene from a box, only to find the glass shattered and the paper torn. I was sad to see it go, but that cheap calendar print had accomplished much.

Last edited by ninepointer; 12/13/13 02:56 PM.