I grew up in the Blue Ridge mountains of West By God Virginia. When I was eighteen I was in the woods hunting squirrels one early October morning with my red bone hound,Rusty. We had been walking for a couple miles when rusty took off running and disappeared into the woods. I called out for him but he didn't come back to me. I tried whistling too but he still didn't return. So I started out in the direction he had gone. I walked for about a mile or so when I came upon a clearing with an old log cabin, a small barn and a chicken house. I immediately became worried that Rusty had gone after th… 続きを読む