I had one of those moments yesterday. I was stalking through some palmetto and scrub with a Marlin lever 30–30. I came to a place where the ground cover was clear, and all I could see was white sand covered with all kinds of animal tracks. They call it sugar sand here in Florida. The sun was sitting low, casting a warm golden color on everything. I have a flashback to a day when I was about eight years old, and I was trapping through the woods with a Red Ryder BB gun, following the tracks of rabbits and squirrels in the snow. The memories came back so powerfully I could not believe it. About 30 minutes later I slipped up on some wild hogs, had one at 30 feet and another at 10 feet, but I could not get a shot at either. They were so fast, darting away like jackrabbits. My heart was sure racing. It was a fine day!
