February 13, 2002
Somewhere, sometime in the ancient past rode some horseman through an ever-treaded path which caravan after caravan, troop after troop sought penetrate heavy foliage of the mountain range. Upon his jaunt into the modest enclave of open nature, an audible but a not-so-disturbing barrage of rustling gave a clout round the serenity and the horseman's observation of the terrain. He swiftly reacted by removing of his sword from its sheath. Swiftly did the cause of the rustle bolt into view. The sword was no good a deer hunting weapon than his bow and arrows would have had he brought them.