GEORGE ALWAYS LOVED late fall. Hunting season was just around the corner, and he and Dallas would go “scouting” for signs of wildlife in the woods. As they walked, they dreamed of big buck deer and wild turkeys; they might even flush a covey of quail along the way and annoy a chattering squirrel. But more than anything else, they were with each other. And that warmed my heart.
Hannah and I knew that when the boys came back, they’d be full of stories of big deer that hopped off just as
