CAN YOU IMAGINE, CHUCK ? A place as beautiful as Yellowstone, honestly. And all with its own steamy extremity. But instead a pall of danger has dropped.When I was deemed marksman at camp it wasbecause I could hit paper targets and tin cans better than any kid. Gunsas weapons had long been hung on a hook in our part of our world sincethe settlers had settled and original resistance had dwindled. Now itwas a little luxury to learn how to shoot, and to shoot well meant badgesand trophies just like excellence at swimming, crafts, or other innocuousactivities.
